#I think my freaking mommy threw it away even though I saved it from that fate once before

[judicent]

Uuuuuugghhhh making this post reminded me I hadn't properly labeled and organized these since messing with 'em months ago

I'm outta steam to get them in order, but they're all labeled now at least. Anyway this is why it would be a massive drag (and this isn't all of them. It's Most of them though)

Yeah, I did fill 4 sketchbooks in 4 months so far this year. Huh? Am I gonna post even an ounce of it? Well, you see, I am allergic to my phone, so you will have to come CATCH ME

[supercorpkid]

Red Kryptonite causes drama and trauma – The series.

Part 1 – It’s the goddamn fight of my life, and you started it.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 1340.

Warning: Angst. Violence. Injuries. Paaaaain.

You look at the clock and at the sky. Clock. Sky. Phone. Something’s wrong. Kara was supposed to be at the training center with you ten minutes ago. She’s never late, and she doesn’t enjoy when you’re late either, so something is definitely off.

When you see a red cape flying, it is fifteen minutes after the time you guys agreed on, but you’re relieved she is there.

“Let’s get this over with.” She says as soon as her feet touch the ground and you frown. “Let’s practice your fighting, ‘cause you know how bad you are at it.”

“O-Okay?” Kara never tells you that you are bad at anything, it doesn’t matter how actually bad you are at the thing. She just says stuff like ‘don’t worry, you’ll get it right’ or ‘what matters is that you try’.

But today she looks different. Not physically, is more like her personality is off somehow. But you don’t know exactly what it is. She seems upset and you don’t want to add to that. So, you don’t argue, no matter how much you hate training combat, you just get in position and you two start fighting.

She throws a punch at you, but you dodge just in time. You move back a couple steps to assess the situation like she taught you to. But Kara doesn’t wait, like she usually does. She comes at you again and throws another punch with her right arm. You hold her hand before it hits you, and before you move again, she punches your stomach with her left arm. It’s not a ‘we’re practicing’ kind of punch is more like ‘I’ll end this fight’ kind of punch.

You weren’t prepared for that at all, you also have never been punched like that before, and that punch throws you to the other side of the field and you fall flat on the ground.

“People can punch with two arms!” Kara yells. She is still in the same place and she doesn’t come to check on you like she usually does. “Get up!”

“Hey, what was that?” You get up, breathing heavily and you furrow your brows at her expression.

“That was a punch. This is combat, isn’t it? Come on, child, you have super strength, that didn’t hurt.” It hurts, but you refrain from saying it. Kara moves closer and you study her face. Her expression is off and she is frowning so much there’s a crinkle in the middle of her forehead. “Stop looking, start punching! Let’s go!”

She comes at you again. You dodge. She throws punch after punch and you keep walking backwards and dodging all of them.

“Stop running! Fight!” Kara yells. The next second, you fall on your butt when your foot hits something. She breathes heavily. “Can you do at least one thing right?”

“I-I-I’m sorry.” Your eyes are filled with tears. Why is she being so mean?

“Sorry doesn’t help in a battle, child. Get up! Throw a freaking punch, will ya?” She says and you swallow all your tears and get up. She wants punches? You’ll give her punches.

It’s your time to start the fight. And you’re so mad, you’re definitely not doing it right. You keep throwing punches left and right but none come any close to hit her. She sighs looking bored, and kicks your leg making you fall on your knees.

“You’re worse than I’ve imagined.” Kara crosses her arms. “I can’t even tell you have Kryptonian blood. What would Superman think of you?”

“I’m sorry.” You’re on your knees and your face burns ashamed, so you look down.

“Sorry is not good enough! You are not a little kid anymore and you’ve been training for months, how are you still so awful at this?”

“I’m-I’m…”

“What? Sorry? You see, child, I didn’t have training like this or a superhero to be my mentor. I had to learn everything while saving the world at the same time. Now you, you have everything handed to you and you’re still shitty.”

“Momma, why are you being so mean?” You ask looking up and she looks at you properly for the first time.

“I’m not. You’re just so weak you can’t take any of it. Or maybe it’s our fault for making you so soft.” She rolls her eyes. “We are so careful with words because you get bullied so much already, we have turned you into a weak little brat.”

Your eyes are filled with tears again. You can’t believe she’s saying this to you. Kara never said anything like this before. She is usually so soft herself.

“Oh, are you gonna go crying to your mommy like a little baby?” She asks looking down on you and your heart stops for a second.

“You are my mommy!” You squeak and she laughs ironically. Which is extremely hurtful.

“No! I’m Supergirl and we are in the middle of a combat, child. Get up!” She kicks your knee. “I said get up! Come on!”

She is in a fighting position once again, and even though you are dying inside and all you want to do is go crying to your mommy (your real mommy, not this person in front of you), you get up and get in position.

Your heart is beating fast. You’re suddenly filled with a lot of energy and anger, and that does you some good because you can throw punches now, like she wanted.

It’s a real fight this time. It’s not you running from her, it’s not you being a baby, it’s not fake punches, it’s not her showing you how to do it. Supergirl is actually fighting you. And no matter how hard you try, you’re still losing.

You are half Kryptonian, and you have super strength. Most people’s punches do you literally no harm, but things are different when you’re fighting another Kryptonian. Every punch you take does a lot of harm. It leaves bruises and draws blood. It leaves you breathless and scared.

She hits you a lot. Face, stomach, arms. You’re panting. You hit a few punches on her stomach and you almost feel like that is going to make her stop and say something. But she is filled with a lot more anger than you, so she keeps going. The fight goes on for uncountable minutes. You’re tired and bleeding. But she doesn’t stop, so you can’t stop either.

You hit one punch on her face. Just one. And she gets so mad at that, she kicks you right in the middle of your chest and you are thrown away to the other end of the field once more. You hit the floor with a loud thud. You try to breathe, but the air doesn’t go into your lungs. You hold your hands up trying to call for help, and you see Kara coming at your direction. She doesn’t take your hand, though.

“Get up!”

You can’t. You can’t even breathe. You keep showing her your hand and gasping for air desperately.

“GET UP!”

You don’t.

So instead of helping you up, she says the words that have haunted you all your life. The words that you have said to yourself so many times it is now tattooed on your mind. And now, the same words, will haunt you even more because it has left her mouth, of all people.

“You will never be Supergirl.” And then Kara flies away.

You stay there, agonizing. Begging for help to a person who is not even there anymore. You have no control over your body. Your lungs don’t work, your mouth can’t scream, your tears keep falling.

The air comes back to your lungs eventually. You stay on the ground.

Your anger turns into fear, then fear turns into sadness. You stay on the ground.

Your head replays every single word she just told you. Every single punch she purposely threw at you. You stay on the ground.

Minutes turn into hours.

You’re still right there where she left you.

Notes:

•I apologize in advance for all the angst in this series, I got a little carried away.

•Also, thanks @hermen0404 for this prompt, it’s the 💣

[pokemoncreepypasta]

Tommy Boy

[STORY SOURCE]

It was one of those sleepovers, just me and my bestie, when we got bored and had a dumb idea. Well, she got the brilliant idea anyways.

Apparently, she thought it would be “fun” to try and perform one of those summoning rituals, even though she knew anything and everything paranormal gave me nightmares for weeks. Which is why I think she wanted to do it so bad.

Of course, I wouldn’t willingly go along with the ritual, so my friend had to persuade me by offering her Darkrai plushie which I had coveted for a few weeks now. I remember wondering if the risk of eternal damnation was worth it for just a toy...

Apparently the answer was yes, since I eventually went along with this freaking idea.

The requirement for the ritual was paper, pencil, a candle, 6 random dolls, and 60 minutes of your time.

It had to be in a dark house, or in the middle of the night. We did it around midnight, after everyone else was asleep.

The first step was to put the 6 dolls in a circle.

Then draw a summoning circle on the middle of the paper and put it in the center of the circle of dolls.

After placing it on the floor, recite, “Any entity, you may enter.”

Wait for a while, around a minute, then prick your finger and put your bloody fingerprint in the middle of the summoning circle.

Recite, “By blood we are bound.”

You then turn off all the lights, if any are still left on, then light your candle and recite, “Whomever loses may never leave.”

Afterwards, you stumble around in the dark and play hide-and-seek with whatever you just summoned, if you even successfully summoned anything.

You must switch the room you’re hiding in every 10 minutes or else you will automatically be found by default. If you candle doesn’t blow out within and hour, then you win, and allegedly whatever spirit you summoned will be bound to your eternal service.

If it does blow out, then you’ve been found and you lose. Whatever happens afterwards depends on whatever spirit, peaceful or malevolent, that you summoned.

While me and my friend were huddled in the laundry room whispering and giggling about stupid things, the candle flickered out. I promptly flipped and hid in the corner with my hands over my head waiting for the worst to happen, while my friend laughed at pathetic little me.

After about five minutes of trying to convince me I wasn’t going to die, she told me she had blown out the candle herself. That made me feel a little better, even thought I still didn’t believe it.

Though, the Darkrai plushie I received the next day helped wash my worries away.

Though it wasn’t enough to wash away everything else that was about to happen.

Later on that day after my friend left, my little sister had begged me to let her play my Pokémon Emerald. I let her, since all she did was pretty much give free training to my Pokémon.

I was watching TV, and was a bit peeved when she ran into the room and started nagging me about a green Trapinch, so I waved her off. It took me a few seconds before I realized my grave mistake, so I quickly snatched my GameBoy back.

I was pleasantly surprised to see my sis had somehow managed to find a shiny Trapinch.

I told her to back off and let me handle this, since I wasn’t about to let her try to catch it. Although, things looked bad as my Pokémon were all too strong to weaken it.

But I was feeling confident with over 40 Ultra Balls in stock along with a few backups, so I kept throwing and throwing until one of them worked.

The trouble was, this stubborn Trapinch didn’t want me as its trainer. 

I might not have been able to weaken it, but it still chewed through nearly every one of my PokéBalls.

I was awash with horror at the thought of failing my first ever shiny. That’s when my sister offered to catch it for me.

I didn’t want to hand it over to her, but then my mind rationalized it by thinking that if she failed it, losing the Trapinch would be her fault, not mine.

I was shocked again as she handed me back the GameBoy less than a minute later with a brand new shiny Trapinch in my party named Tommy Boy.

The only response I could think of at first was, “Tommy Boy? Why name it that?”

“Because, it’s a boy and I wanted to name it Tommy, so Tommy Boy!”

I didn’t even want to know what went on in my sister’s head, but I quickly stopped caring and all I could do was just stare at my newfound shiny.

I went to immediately test him out and see what he could do against a wild Sandshrew.

“Tommy Boy refuses to attack!” 

I tried to fight, but I got this refusal instead. I tried to attack the Sandshrew again, but I just kept getting the same message.

“This is a load of crap.”

“Oh, I can make him attack!” My sister stole the GameBoy back and then proceeded to defeat the Sandshrew with no further issue.

“What the... How did you do that?!” My sister gave me a stupid grin, “He listened to me because I’m his mommy!” Sure, whatever, I thought privately to myself.

I was happy to let her train this Trapinch into a Flygon for me, anyway. I was puzzled by its behavior, to say the very least, and decided not asking anything would be better for my health and just kept watching TV.

I thought she would grow bored of training the Pokémon, but no. For the rest of the day and deep into the night, she worked tirelessly to gain experience for Tommy Boy. I wondered how someone could stand training the same Pokémon for so many hours without getting bored at all.

Finally, around 11 PM, she had to go to bed. Unwillingly, she saved the game and turned it off, but not before saying good night to Tommy Boy and kissing the GameBoy goodnight.

I was still allowed to stay up longer, so as soon as she was in bed, I quietly grabbed my GameBoy out from under her bed sheets. Emerald was already in, so I simply switched the game on.

Once the game was loaded, I saw that Tommy Boy was the only one in the party, for some reason.

But he was already evolved into a Flygon, and at level 66. Too bad she only had interest in training Tommy Boy, so much that she decided to stuff all my other team members in the PC.

I started to leave the desert where my sister had last saved when I ran into a wild Baltoy. I lovingly sighed as Tommy Boy came out sparkling. Then, my expression became a bit more serious.

That freaking pixel better listen to me this time.

I clicked on “Fight”. He had new moves: Crunch, DragonBreath, Sandstorm, and Hyper Beam.

I selected Hyper Beam, and desperately hoped that he would obey. I held my breath.

“Tommy Boy refuses to attack!”

“Dang it!!” I yelled at the screen.

Tommy Boy got hit with and attack, which didn’t do too much damage. I kept cursing at the Pokémon. I couldn’t believe I had a shiny in the palm of my hands and it wouldn’t even listen to me!

I selected DragonBreath, despite knowing he wouldn’t obey anyways.

“Tommy Boy wants his mommy!”

I gawked at this line of text. I surely hadn’t seen any Pokémon do that before. I almost wanted to laugh, the way that line was written almost sounded funny, but I was off-put and confused. Tommy Boy got hit with another attack.

“Come on, can’t you at least show some pity for your aunt?!” I spoke aloud to the game, like my sister had started doing. Tommy Boy offered me no pity and kept refusing. I didn’t want to deal with him getting knocked out, so I just turned the game off and begrudgingly went to bed.

The next morning, I found my little sister leaning back in a chair contentedly playing the GameBoy. I realized she snatched it from my room while I was asleep, which I guess was an equal exchange. I asked her if anything weird was happening with the GameBoy, but she said all was fine.

Then she asked me why I was playing on the GameBoy last night.

“Uhh... because it’s my game? I should still be able to play it too.”

She eyed me. “Just don’t mess with Tommy Boy again. Just because you’re his aunt doesn’t mean he likes you.”

She immediately changed her threatening disposition by cheerily calling out, “Oh, good boy, Tommy! You showed that Sandshrew! You make mommy so proud!”

I decided to shrug it off. I wasn’t about to get into an argument with my sister about a video game.

A few days into this, I was over her shoulder watching her play.

She was in the desert, and kept battling the Pokémon there over and over again. Tommy Boy acted like a normal Pokémon, and did nothing unusal.

“Why do you only battle Pokémon in the desert?” “Because, Tommy Boy only likes to battle Pokémon here.” She kept playing, as if everything was normal. After a moment, I thought of another question, “Why will he only obey you and not me?” “I told you, he’ll only listen to his mommy.” “It’s my game he’s on, so I should be his mommy, shouldn’t I? How does he know YOU’RE his mommy?” My sister paused for a moment. After a minute she responded, “Tommy Boy says screw you.” She giggled, while I gave up and left, fuming.

However, days turned into weeks, and my sister had been spending our entire vacation so far just sitting in her room. Apparently, she had started neglecting to eat or drink anything, and would only ever fall asleep when she passed out, GameBoy still in her hands.

It started getting so bad that my mom told me at one point she threw up blood. We’d tried taking the game way from her, but she’d screech at us like she was possessed and tear the whole house apart trying to find it.

Mom said they were arranging for her to see a therapist and get an opinion on what the heck we should do, but for the meantime she was allowed to keep the game, to make things easier for everyone until getting an appointment.

But I wasn’t satisfied with that. I needed to intervene.

One night, I decided to work up the nerve to confront her about her addiction. I found her in her room, as always. She was on the bed with the covers over her head. One would think she was sleeping, but the quiet sounds of the GameBoy gave her away.

I pulled the sheets away from her and she hissed briefly at me before continuing with her eyes glued to the screen. I hardly recognized my happy-go-lucky sister. She looked half dead. I tried holding a conversation with her, but all I got were distant “Mm-hm”s and “It’s fine.” The only way I could get her to talk to me was to attempt to take the game away, to which she immediately responded.

“NO! He’s my baby!!! He NEEDS me!” My sister screeched at me. 

“IT is an inanimate object! It doesn’t NEED anything!” I yelled back at her, clutching her arm that was holding the GameBoy. I managed to rip the Emerald cartridge out of the game while it was still running, causing it to let out horrible screeching sounds. I then pretended to throw it out an open window into the darkness outside of our house, to which my sister immediately pushed me onto the floor and jumped out into the yard after it. 

Picking myself up, I noticed she had dropped my GameBoy, too, so I discreetly plopped the game back into the system and stuffed it into my pocket.

I spitefully closed the window behind my sister. She could come back inside once she realized what this game was doing to her.

What... WAS this game doing to her, I wondered?

Once my sister had collapsed from exhaustion and been carried back to bed by my confused dad (to whom I lyingly explained I had no involvement in this), I decided I would find out for myself.

When I booted up the game, I was in the middle of my secret base in Route 120.

I checked my party to find only Tommy Boy, at a whopping level 100. Since it hand only taken her a day to get him to level 66, she must’ve reached 100 long ago, but she’d still been playing this all month.

Was she seriously doing the same battles over and over, despite him not being able to go any higher...?

When I exited the party screen and was back in the base though, a circle of six Pokédolls were around me that I hadn’t noticed before, which quite frankly creeped me out.

When I tried to move, a text box popped up saying, “Any entity may enter.”

“By blood we are bound.”

A strange red circle appeared in the middle of the circle of dolls, and I quickly realized I didn’t want anything to do with whatever was about to go down.

I tried to step away again, but another text box appeared. 

“Whomever loses may never leave.”

I tried running for dear life out the exit, but I was stopped.

“You may never leave.”

A shiny Flygon appeared in the middle of the circle and let out what I assumed was its cry, albeit I was too horrified for my life at that moment to care much for details, and the game froze.

I shut the game off, stared at it for a second, then suddenly every memory of what I had done earlier in the summer came flooding back at once. I knew exactly what Tommy Boy was now, and I was absolutely terrified.

I wanted to hold myself, cry my eyes out and throw this game into the woods where no one would ever find it, but then I thought about my sister. I thought about how if I didn’t get rid of Tommy Boy now, things would probably get worse and soon I’d wake up to find my little sister stabbing herself to death, or me.

Through my tears, I turned the game back on.

“It’s just you and me now, Tommy. Rematch. Double or nothing.”

If he won, he could take us both. But if I won, he would take his sorry demon hide back to wherever it was he came from. He seemed keen on my offer, as the game started up with no problems.

Once the game was up and running, I found my character in the middle of a dark cave. 

I instinctively went to my party to make someone use Flash, but then I remembered more than likely Tommy Boy was going to be there.

I braced myself...

But I was pleasantly surprised to find there were just some random Pokémon instead.

Of course, I didn't have the HM for Flash. Or the TM for Dig. Or any Escape Rope.

...

Wonderful.

So I stumbled around in the dark, trying to find my way out of this mess.

I kept bumping into walls and rocks, climbing up and down countless ladders, but there was no exit in sight. Or any trainers in sight, for that matter.

In fact, I hadn't run into any wild encounters either, until I came to the conclusion that there was only one Pokémon I would be running into here, and that I should avoid it like the plague.

Was spamming Super Repel going to protect me from a level 100 demonic Flygon? Probably not, but I couldn't be too careful.

After some time nowhere near an hour, I found myself in a small room that had nothing in it. I tried to go back the way I came, but I was stopped. My character wouldn't move. I started to tense up again.

The light surrounding me in-game was snuffed out, and all that could be seen was darkness. I was about to turn the game off before something happened, but before I could, something happened.

“Found you.”

The text in red popped up with a Flygon cry to accompany it, and the game froze again.

"No!" I yelled desperately, flickering the game off and on again. "One chance, give me one more chance!"

Instead, when I loaded the file, I was met with a glitchy, pixelated mess of a screen flashing multicolored lights while blaring the loudest beeping noise I'd ever heard in my life that sent my ears and eyes ringing. I quickly shut off the game and stared at the empty screen in disbelief for I don't know how long.

Had I lost the game?

I couldn't accept that. I was going to play this game all night if I had to. One of us would be leaving tonight, and it wasn't going to be me. Bracing myself, I tightly closed my eyes and powered the game on again. I expected another cacophony of buggy sounds and flashing lights, but surprisingly, I was able to boot up my save file just fine.

But, unfortunately, I didn't get the Round 3 of hide-and-seek that I had vainly asked for.

Instead, I was at the bottom of Mt. Pyre.

I still had the same team as before, unable to Fly or Surf away from this nightmarish set of circumstances that I'd been put in.

I don't know what Tommy Boy was getting at, or what he wanted from me now, but I knew the only way to understand exactly what I was dealing with would be to play along, just for now.

My only option left was to climb Mt. Pyre.

I felt a mounting suspense that kept rising each floor I went to, although I didn't know why. Maybe it was because every floor, even indoors, were all unusually foggy.

However, the wild Shuppet started to make quick work of my low leveled Pokémon.

I then got the sudden idea that maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all. If my entire party fainted, I could get sent back to a Pokémon Center and escape the boundaries of Tommy Boy's "game."

When they all fainted though, I didn't get sent back. Instead, I was still trapped on Mt. Pyre.

All of the Pokémon that were protecting me were gone now.

I still ran into Shuppet, except I kept sending out a large "?" where a Pokémon should've been.

I kept whiting out, only to return to the position I'd started the battle in.

After a nerve-wracking climb though the graveyard, I reached the top.

Surrounding the pedestal at the top were six PokéBalls.

As I checked each one, a picture of a Pokémon would pop up.  They seemed really familiar, and soon I realized all the Pokémon here were part of the team I was just using.

After I checked the sixth Pokémon, I found my character to be trapped in the center of the pedestal with no way out.

I frantically mashed the D-Pad in hopes of finding some way to escape.

In the midst of my panic, a glowing red circle materialized on the ground, connecting all the PokéBalls surrounding the pedestal, with me still in the center.

I remember at that moment thinking, I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die, and I wholeheartedly believed I was going to.

Then, a large text box in all red with a Flygon cry popped up...

“YOU MAY NEVER LEAVE.”

That right there sealed the deal.

I wasted no shred of time pulling out that Emerald cartridge and cutting it into an unrecognizable pile of green plastic with my scissors.

In my desperation, I brushed the remains of the cartridge into my trash can, wrapped up the trash bag, and went to the extent of escaping through my window and throwing it into the woods. Screw littering, screw the police, I didn't want that thing in my house.

And especially screw Tommy Boy. Screw his little game, screw the thought of him having any sort of control over me.

The only way to win is not to play, and I made sure no one would ever play this game again.

The next morning, my much more well-rested little sister asked where my GameBoy was, and I was about to tell her she was never allowed to touch that thing for as long as she lives, but then she asked to play Mario Party Advance on it.

I was baffled, to say the least, but found no problem in it and let her play it. She showed no signs of becoming obsessed and got bored of playing it after an hour, so I was relieved and assumed that the worst was over.

You can be sure I am not, and will never, plan on performing any more summoning rituals any time soon.

Thankfully, my little sister's gone back to being completely normal. If anything, her only sign of change is that she's getting into that "girly stage". She'll get Pokémon plushies and sit them all in a circle and play tea party with them in her room. At least, that's what I think she's doing with them.

Doesn't matter to me though, I'm busy with my own things. I'm happily content with my dear Darkrai plush that took entirely too much effort out of my life to obtain. I feel really bad for neglecting him these past few weeks, but it's okay.

I won't be giving any more of my time or attention to anyone else except my little baby.

[vanilla-vivillon]

Part two of Zoyalai kid as promised

Here’s part one- https://dablackdahlia.tumblr.com/post/650586205772201984/the-black-dahlia

Massive row spoilers

Prince Mycanae Juris Nazyalensky( My Kuh Nay Uh) was turning one years old

It was suprising how quickly he grew up

To Nikolai at least

For Zoya, who adored her son couldn’t wait for him to get older

For one thing while the baby didn’t cry to much at night (whitch was a blessing from the saints)

He couldn’t be Grisha tested

Most ravkans were tested around the age of seven though it varies

Myca was far to young

It was decided when he turned four he would be tested

And so the country was forced to wait four long years

Three more years to go Zoya thought to herself

Myca was an easy baby

That was what his doctors said

He barely if ever cried in the night and was sociable enough

Unlike Genya and David’s son Forrest Kostyk who from all of Zoyas interactions and everything Genya and David mentioned he was a nightmare

Constantly screaming

Hates to eat everything

And now that His teeth were a big enough size he started biting

She had gotten lucky

But Nikolai and her started talking about having more kids

And Zoya found she wanted more aswell

Nikolais pitch however would be far to amusing for her to not listen to

“Come on Zoya only children are the freaks in the playground!” Nikolai said gesturing incredulously

They just gotten Myca put to bed and were having much needed glasses of wine

He needed his rest for his birthday tomorrow

Even though they could’ve had many nannies take care of him that night, neither of them wanted that

Nikolai grew up like that and he wasn’t as close to his mother because of it.

Not to mention the old king was scarce most of his early upbringing

Zoya didn’t want that for Myca either

Of course with all of there duties they had to get some help but they always, always, made sure they put him to bed in the room across from there’s

“Nikolai I’m an only child” zoya retorted

“Touché, but what if something were to happen that Myca couldn’t become king? We would need another option!” Nikolai threw back

Nikolai having another realization

“Plus, it would’ve really helped me growing up to have a good sibling”

This was something Zoya thought about aswell

As a girl she wished for a baby sister

And so did her mother

Sabina had four miscarriages

The last one was the worst

She was safely in the third trimester when it happened

Sabina was distraught for weeks

And when she finally came to, she was different

Harder

Sadder

Meaner

And a couple years later marching Zoya down an aisle

“You know I’m already convinced Nikolai right?” Zoya laughed tired of this charade

Before Myca was born Zoya thought she’d have one

One child

One heir

But she had changed her mind and wanted more

Nikolai showed her a dazzling smile “perfect” he said with a kiss

Zoyas second pregnancy was different

Her morning sickness wasn’t as bad as her first

But a new thing has arrived

cravings

She was consuming unhealthy amounts of Ravkan chocolates

But nonetheless the baby’s due date was July eighth

The date came and passed

But it was nothing to be worried about

There was a lot of moments where they were like “this Is it, the babies coming” then nope

Zoya was 43 weeks pregnant

The baby would be post term

Nikolai would say this is a sign that this child was going to Be late for everything

A difference when Myca was born on the exact due date

But in the middle of the night July twenty second Zoya went into Labor

There second child was Prince Nazariy (Nah-Zuh-ree) Dominik Nazyalensky

He had Brown skin almost darker then Zoya’s and black hair

But it was his eyes that captivated people

He had sectoral heterochromia

His Blue eyes like his Mothers had parts of brown (example below)

They decided on his middle name after Nikolais friend Dominick after some rigorous debate

Zoya wanted to continue with Saint middle names

Nikolai argued Juris was a personal friend

In the end with Nikolais charisma he won

His name Nazariy was actually found in a simple baby book

While Mycanae was in old ravkan and they liked the nickname Myca

They were much more lax with there second son

They eventually decided to have four kids but wanted to wait until Myca would get tested before having there next two children

Time skip three years because your girl can’t detail everything

Myca was four years old and today was the day

He was dressed in his best clothes

What would happen is he would go up in front of the entirety of the Ravkan nobility and other ambassadors and such and would get tested

Zoyas power still couldn’t sense anything in him or Nazariy, but a couple months prior Forrest Kostyk was revealed to be an Alkemi

It seemed that when the grisha first used there ability it activates something and typically Zoya could sense it

Because now Zoya could see Forrest as an Alkemi easily

So while she couldn’t sense anything in her sons that didn’t mean there was nothing there

Zoya and Nikolai had finally gotten most of the details finished and it was them, Nazariy and Myca, and the triumvirate working out some details in the meeting room

Well, Nazariy was pretending he was a squaller by blowing on some paper

And Myca was clearly trying to convince him that wasn’t how it worked

It seemed Myca hadn’t quite grasped his two year old little brother couldn’t care less about what he thought

A fact that would never change over the years

“I don’t understand why we don’t just test him right here right now?” Adrik insisted for the ninth time “less risk”

“And then what if he turns out to be Grisha but presented before the nobility nothing happens? The grisha test only works when they just start out” Tamar responded

“It could still work in front of the nobility” Adrik insisted

“And if all else fails we can just tell him to summon a gust” Tolya added

Tolya was fiercely protective of the boys

It probably started when a couple months ago Myca showed a vague interest in his favorite Poet and the friendship bloomed

“Tolya most summoners can’t summon until days of practice” Leoni interjected “Plus, we’ve made plans on all outcomes and it’s to late to change them now, look on the bright si-”

“Nazariy spit that out!” Zoya interupted

Apparently the little hellhound put one of David’s nails in his mouth

Nazariy, learning his mother wasn’t to be trifled with quickly on, spit it out

Back to the conversation they started on a topic healthy debated

“There’s no way the kid is Grisha!” Adrik started on

“But Adrik he hasn’t gotten sick. And Grisha dont get sick to!” Leoni countered

This back and forth started since Zoya announced her pregnancy

It was a headache really

But when she turned towards the three boys who had come to mean the world to her it was all worth it

Nikolai was with the boys and was apparently taking on Nazariy’s side claiming him blowing on the paper was just as credible as Mommy’s lightning

Myca fought back and claimed any otkaxatsya could do that

It was something happening more often

Myca makes an offhand statement and Nikolai fighting the other side

It was adorable really how Mycas eyes would light up and debate with his father

Plus it would make him think more critically and would make a good king out of him

Not to mention how it really helped Nikolai and him bond

Nikolai and him had some trouble sometimes

Myca doesn’t usually respond to jokes

It seemed after his silly and rambunctious troublemaker of a brother was born he decided he would have to be serious enough for the both of them

Or at least as serious as a four year old could be

But rigourous debate on whether or not green looked good on Nazariy was something they both seemed to enjoy

And as much as Zoya wished she could watch forever it was time

Time to see if her baby boy had certain talents

Myca was scared

He was behind the door waiting to be presented before his mother, father, brother, who would all be seated on the thrones, and of course the rest of the nobility

‘People like you Myca!’ Nikolai would insist ‘there’s nothing to worry about no matter what happens!’

Myca thought he was trying to alleviate the pressure but it wasn’t working

Suddenly his que to come In was called and he walked in

Head held high and posture immaculate he waltzed through the door

The person who was testing him was the Baron of Banewood

An old man who hated nonsense, children, and Prince Nazariy since he was both of those things

He came forward and after some very boring speeches that Myca couldn’t bring himself to listen to until the Baron told him to stick out his hand

Myca complied and the baron produced a very big pin

Guess everyone wanted to be really sure he was Grisha or not

His eyes wandered to his family

Theyre faces looked calculatingly impassive

He knew it was a front

They needed to seem stable for the people

Nazariy who was standing next to the throne was having difficulties standing still

Myca felt bad for him

Half of being royalty is sitting still looking pretty

He trained his eyes back on his parents and saw his father give him a small wink

I got this, I’m prepared for the result, I can do this

As the pin was stabbed into his skin Myca felt it

That calling

That thing begging to come out whenever he saw his Mother doing something grand

Or when he really wanted his brother to leave him alone

And Myca let it overcome him

When he opened his eyes he could see the Baron knocked over and a small breeze

A firm hand clamped his shoulder

“Congratulations Mycanae” Tolya started dragging him away from the scene where the nobility were discussing the scene “Your a Squaller”

Hey so part two of the Zoyalai kid as promised. This was originally gonna be longer but then It became a 230 word monster and i cut it down and will save the rest for part three

35 likes and I’ll make part three

[basilhearsanoise]

Guardian Angels - Chapter 1

A Memory Formed, Then All but Wiped Away

Dean Winchester was born on a cold January morning in 1979, when the sun had not yet risen. He wouldn’t hear his name for a few years after that, though. You see, when Mary, Dean’s mother, found out she was pregnant, her husband John said, “We should name the kid after your folks. Always talk about how you miss ‘em. Be a good way to keep ‘em alive,” and Mary liked that idea very much.

So when the doctors told them they were going to have a baby girl - because doctors like to play god in these situations almost as much as God does - Mary knew that she would name the child after her mother. Deanna was a beautiful name, after all. It was only a few hours after they got home from that visit, however, that their two sons burst in from over 30 years in the future, and brought the preamble to the apocalypse with them. One of whom, they’ve seen before - as a hunter on a case, as a car enthusiast. As a man. Who says to her, “It’s kind of hard to believe. I’m your son.”

Mary doesn’t get to remember her son’s face for very long, because angels are meddlesome creatures and time travel doesn’t usually rest easy on the human psyche. But she finds herself thinking of the strange hunter who was there that night with the yellow-eyed demon. He’d really been trouble, but he’d tried so hard to help. Her memory of him became more sentimental, somehow, without her even really noticing the change. She wonders if that hunter was some kind of spirit, a ghost sent to warn her about that night. The night she tries to not ever think about, but yet, always comes crawling back to the front of her mind. It all seems to have so much - so much meaning, something more that she can’t quite put her finger on. Suddenly, she feels a cosmic presence in her life, and she knows, deep down, it’s because of her baby.

“I’m tellin’ you, this kid is gonna be somebody,” she says to John as she dotes over their newborn. “Isn’t that right?” She coos. “That’s right! You’ve got angels watching over you!”

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“No. Dean,” Dean corrects his mother, chocolate melting in his tiny three-year-old hands. It’s all over his face. Some of it’s in his hair, too, like tar stuck to a bail of hay. His voice is garbled, a toddler unable to properly enunciate to save his life, but still, alarmingly clear and concise.

Mary, exhausted, at her wit’s end, holds the dress out to him for the millionth time. “Deanna, pl—“

“No!” Dean is more hurt, now, and the tantrum is well on its way. “I won’t! I don’ like it!” The rest is mostly unintelligible screaming. Smearing his chocolate all over the dress, he turns and runs, crying.

John tries to pick him up and cradle him but he kicks and yells and punches. They have to have a talk about violence after that, that it’s not nice to hit and scream. It’s the first and last conversation on the topic Dean will ever get from his parents.

Not long after that, the preschool calls, says Dean has “caused a scene in class.” They tried to separate the boys and girls for a game, and he went with the boys. When they tried to stop him, he threw a fit and had to be excused for the rest of the day. And then the next day, and the next, and the next.

Mary and John are at a loss. Their son is insisting he is their son, but like any parent, they are having trouble believing it. Mary thinks about the hunter from that night more and more now. What did he say his name was again? There was something so familiar about all of this, almost like Mary was back on an old hunting case. But no, she gave that up…she couldn’t call any of her contacts and see if they know anything about her kid…could she?

…Ring, ring.

“Hello Mary,” Missouri answers, the grin already apparent in her voice.

No matter how many times she did that, it always freaked Mary out, just a little. But at least you knew she was the real deal as soon as she picked up the phone.

“Hi Missouri, it’s good to speak to you.”

“Mm. I don’t think it is. At least, the subject matter doesn’t seem like it will be good.” Missouri twiddles the phone cable around her finger. “John’s not going to like it. You’ll warm up to it though. I’ll be over soon.”

Click.

Laughing, but mostly out of shock, Mary puts down the receiver. After all this time, you’d think she’d stop being surprised by how good Missouri is. But that level of psychic ability is uncanny enough to throw anyone through a loop. Better make sure John would be gone that afternoon. She was not ready to explain this to him.

When Missouri walks in, she throws her arms around Mary warmly. “Now,” she asks, looking around. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you Mary, I haven’t even met your boy. Go and fetch him, I want to meet him before we get down to whatever nasty business you called about.”

Mary pulls the sides of her mouth back in a gesture that could only be interpreted as: yikes.

“Missouri, I…I don’t quite know how to say this, but our…” The words feel strange in her mouth, but what’s really strange is that…she thought they’d feel stranger. “….my son…is what I called about.”

Missouri raises an eyebrow.

“Is there something wrong with him? I haven’t sensed any evil presences in the house.”

Mary still doesn’t quite know what to say, stutters a little.

Perplexed, but intrigued, Missouri says, “Well go and get him. I’ll see for myself.”

With a shrug, Mary goes to the kitchen. “Honey…put down your toys, Mommy wants you to meet a friend.”

Dean waddles into the living room, still clutching his favorite toy car. He clings to his mother’s skirt, but waves at Missouri, who looks him up and down from his dirty shoes to the top of his baggy overalls.

“What have you got there?” She asks.

“Vroom!” Dean answers, showing her how the car shoots forward when you wind the wheels back on the floor.

Missouri laughs heartily in agreement. “Yes, sweetheart. What a lovely toy. It’s nice to meet you, Dean.”

His little eyes shimmer up at her, his face slowly peeling into a wide, wide grin. He giggles and keeps playing with his car.

Mary stares at Missouri in disbelief, opens her mouth to speak, but can’t find words. She slowly sits down on the couch. Dean follows his car back into the kitchen and can be heard vrooming about the house. For a moment that’s all the noise there is, until Mary can finally gather herself enough to say, “Missouri, I…I don’t understand.”

Missouri walks over and sits next to her, gently takes her hand. “Mary, you know that there are things in this world that are not easy to understand at first, but that doesn’t make them any less real.”

“Well, yes,” Mary replies, flustered, afraid. “Ghosts, ghouls…but you’re not saying he’s a monster, are you?”

Missouri’s expression darkens a little. “The world will surely tell you he is one. But nothing could be further from the truth. People like Dean have always existed, just like people like me have always existed. It’s perfectly natural. Most people just don’t believe we’re real.”

Mary is still completely at a loss. Missouri squeezes her hand. “Your son is transgender, Mary,” she continues gently. “I can see into his soul and see that he’s a little boy, just like any other, except he’s in a world that can’t see him the way I can.”

It’s as if someone took a needle and jabbed it into Mary’s brain. Flashes of Dean’s adult face begin to swim through her mind.

“I’m your son.”

Could these memories be real or was she going mad? It was all so overwhelming. She throws her arms around Missouri and begins to sob. Missouri can sense that something in her mind has opened up, that had been locked tight, and it unnerves her to think what could have turned the key. She holds her dear friend close until she can recover enough to catch her breath.

“What do I do?” Mary whimpers, looking towards the kitchen, towards Dean.

“You love him,” Missouri replies. “You respect him.”

“H-…how?”

“Well…” Missouri tries her best to be matter-of-fact. “First you have to talk to John and get him on board.” Mary’s eyes roll a little. Getting John to change his mind about anything was going to be a hassle. “Then…you call the school. Tell them to call him by the right name. Tell your friends to call him by the right name…not much else to it, darling.”

“But…what happens when…he grows up? How will…”

“I have some friends who might be able to help you,” Missouri says warmly. “But you can cross that bridge when you come to it. It’s all about doing what’s necessary now, and simply listening is the most important thing when children are young. Follow his lead, honey. He knows what he needs.”

Dean runs into the living room again. “Mommy, sammich?” He beams.

Mary can’t help but laugh as she wipes away her tears. Dean notices and instantly hugs her knees. “Don’t cry, mommy,” he pleads. “I love you.”

“I love you too…Dean,” Mary shakily replies, rustling his hair the way she always does.

Dean looks up, his face somehow happier than before. He reaches up to her in the way all toddlers do when they want to be held, and she scoops him up into her arms. Missouri smiles at the sight.

“You want a sandwich?” Mary asks her, still processing, but trying to inject some humor into the situation now.

“That sounds lovely,” Missouri answers. “I think I’ll have mine with the crusts cut off, too. That’s your favorite, isn’t it, Dean?”

“Yes!” Dean gurgles happily as Mary places him at the kitchen table.

“Alright, three sandwiches, hold the crust, comin’ right up,” Mary laughs. Later, she knew things were going to get messy. But for now, they could all sit down and enjoy a nice snack.

[sapphicmsmarvel]

SG: Livewire JR

masterlist

the first story in my livewire jr series! 

Okay so this is a marvel x dc crossover, the reader is an inhuman (as well as Leslie because you two are sisters in this) and instead of the terrigen crystals transforming the inhuman person, the electrocution and supergirls DNA helped transform Leslie. 

And you, transformed before Leslie so she hates you. You are also more powerful than her. 

(For those who never watched Agents of SHIELD, inhumans are a breed of humans who have alien DNA in them. And the powers get awakened by terrigen crystals, terrigen crystals can get attached to any person, but only inhumans survive. And they will survive as a normal person with powers or become a monster)

The reader is also related to Lincoln from AOS. Spoiler warning for those who have not watched the entirety of season 3 of AOS. 

Idk i just think this backstory is cool! And it was really freaking fun to write! This story has been in my head for (not joking) three years and i finally got to write it!! 

(also im totally rewriting the end of the livewire episode, it fits my story better😂)

You learned to be invisible. 

Being an Inhuman with a psycho power hungry family that abused you both physically and mentally as well as emotionally; you learned to hide in plain sight. 

Your brother, the only person you loved in your shithole family died. His girlfriend, Daisy, went AWOL after and then you left SHIELD.

There was nothing without Lincoln, you wanted a fresh start so you moved to National City. Fitzsimmons had tried reaching out but you told them you’d come back if they needed help but you couldn’t be around somewhere that Lincoln lived. 

Your parents told you to keep an eye on Leslie, so you went to National City and that was your version of following your parents rules. 

Once Leslie fucked up and you could send her away, you would be from your helicopter parents. 

Leslie was the loose canon that always listened to mommy and daddy. You listened and followed what they said, and you were good at it. Being evil. Lincoln….Lincoln challenged and then broke away when he was eighteen and took you with him. Showed you that being evil wasn’t okay and neither was hurting innocents. Then years and years later, Daisy taught you more good morals to have. 

She became the sister you were proud to have, she still called you sister-in-law even though Lincoln was gone and they didn’t get married. 

Your heart sank, you flipped over your phone, it had a clear case and there was a polaroid of you, Lincoln and Daisy. Gemma took it, you three were smiling cheesily. 

You looked up at National City’s version of Times Square. It was your sister’s photo.The headline read, “Radio star injured in near helicopter crash, Supergirl saves the day.” You sighed. 

Damnit. 

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You hated hospitals, the smell, the suffocating walls and feeling of death. You would need to take about five showers after this. 

You walked passed a cute girl in glasses with Leslie’s boss. She was blonde and had adorable blushy cheeks. They went redder when you smiled at her, and when you walked away you looked over your shoulder and caught her staring at you. You winked as you turned the corner. 

Your dating life in National City has been scarce. It was fun to flirt, it made you feel happy that somebody paid attention to you since your parents didn’t. 

That happy feeling diminished when you walked into her room. 

Leslie was gone. 

You walked around the room, the thing about having lightning as your power and in your DNA was that you could detect amounts in the air, like static. And there was a smell to you, it was metal. 

It reeked of metal and the static choked your throat. You quickly fled the room and walked as quickly as you could down the halls. Trying to follow the smell like a dog. Leslie was considered a disappointment in your family. 

The terrigen didn’t work for her, she was considered a dud. But you guess this crash awakened something. Something powerful in a horrible person.

You had work to do. 

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Daisy had taught you a few things about hacking. You traced her cell signal all day, random power surges in the city, her credit and debit cards. Anything.

It was late at night when she started heading towards CatCo. You raced to get there, if you didn’t, Cat was gonna die. 

You hacked into the security cameras at CatCo from your phone, Supergirl and Cat were in Cat’s office. Cat Grant was most likely the first target on Leslie’s list. Supergirl might be next, you knew that Supergirl would be hard to kill but Leslie was hellbent on hating her. 

Even sexualized her on her radio show, it was disgusting. Especially coming from another woman. 

You traveled through the electric wired through the building and popped in at the doorway of the office. But with Supergirls hearing, she heard you. She spun around, her cape following dramatically. She pushed Cat Grant behind her. Her eyes, glowing. 

“Easy, laser eyes, relax. I’m not a threat.” You held out your hands, showing you had no visible weapons, she didn’t know of what ran in your veins just yet. 

“Who are you and why are you here? Office hours are closed.” Cat said. 

“If you think I work for your office, you truly are unobservant for a boss. I would think someone of your social status would make sure she knew everyone in her building to insure your own safety.” 

“You really aren’t helping your case, as far as I’m concerned you are a threat.” Supergirl stood her ground, which wasn’t surprising to you. 

You sighed. “I’m Leslie’s sister.” You said to Supergirl. “And I want her locked up as much as you do.” 

They both stopped in their tracks and spun around, shock coloring their faces. Cat Grant walked towards you. “What? Leslie doesn’t have a sister. She never mentioned one to me and I was her mentor.” 

“Yeah, Les doesn’t enjoy the fact that we share a father so it’s not shocking that she never mentioned me.” You shrugged then stepped closer to Cat, Supergirl eyed you. “Relax, I’m here to stop Leslie.” 

“You knew about her powers?!” 

“Yeah, in fact, Supergirl, I have the same exact powers Leslie has.” You swallowed, ignoring nerves. 

“How is that possible?” Supergirl asked. 

“I’m what they call an Inhuman. Thousands of years ago aliens came to earth and mated with humans. There are thousands, possibly millions of Inhumans out there who have no idea what they are.”

“And your point?” Cat asked. 

“My point is, we aren’t well known. But, my other point was, use me to lure Leslie or something.” “Use you?” “Leslie has always had a problem with me. She was desperate for not only our parents approval but our brothers. Then, he died. She moved to National City, I followed because she’s got a lot of anger issues and sooner or later, she’d come in contact with terrigen and maybe it would work this time.” You stepped closer to Supergirl, “or some other alien component that reformed her DNA and made her a monster with anger problems.”

“Am I supposed to apologize for saving peoples lives?” Kara asked, getting in your face. 

“No, but if you would’ve let her die then my life would be a hell of a lot easier.” You hissed.

“What a sweet sentiment sissy,” you heard that bitches voice, you all spun to face the many, many TV screens on Cats wall.

“Leslie, the people you’re hurting are innocent.” You said, 

“Innocent?!” She laughed, “you’re standing with Cat Grant, she is not innocent.” 

You looked at Cat Grant, “I feel like Cat was more nurturing to you than our own mother.” You deadpanned. 

“I gave her one hug.” Cat recalled. 

“Yeah, that makes you more nurturing than our mother.” You said. 

Then Leslie let out a blast. You all flew back, you bashed into the glass wall, Supergirl went flying out the doorway and then Cat fell onto the couch. Then Leslie went for Cat. 

You pulled energy from the lightbulbs in the room, and then shot in front of Cat, putting a forcefield in front of her. “Oh my God,” Cat said, gasping at the sight of you in front of her. You heard Supergirl walk closer and then pause. 

The room was lit up in purple and blue. Leslie’s powers were blue, yours were purple. Your eyes glowed like hers. It was a terrifying sight, and you knew it.

You used your leg strength to push her back, she flew into Cat’s desk. You leaned down and gently but quickly got Cat back on her feet. You rushed towards Supergirl who was still staring at you in shock at your powers, “I told you, I wasn’t a threat to you.” 

Then Leslie threw a bolt at Supergirl, and while you knew that she could handle herself, you wouldn’t let her get hurt. Or anyone get hurt at the hands of Leslie ever again. You pushed Supergirl and Cat Grant out of the way as you shot out at Leslie. You kept the power streaming at her powerfully as she got pushed back, “negative on negative, sista.” You said, “doesn’t work out too well.” 

She screamed in agony as you pushed her further into the floor, you pushed her further into the ground, “call your friends.” You said to Supergirl. “She’s getting locked up, for good.” 

“Too much of a pussy to kill me.” Leslie choked. 

You gritted your teeth, and used your free hand to deck her. 

She fell to the floor with a thud, your knuckles throbbed as you watched blood come out of her mouth. You sighed, then used your electricity to form a net around her to hold her. 

“I called someone to come get her,” Supergirl said. “I didn’t know...her powers could do that.” She said, gesturing to the net. 

“She can’t.” You said, kicking the bottom of her boot. “I can because I’m stronger than her.” 

Supergirl nodded, “respect.” 

Cat went to the hospital (with a lot of pushing) while you guys waited for Leslie to be taken away. Your makeshift jail cell glowing as Supergirl asked you, “how’d you take her down?” 

You folded your arms, “science. Negative on negative energy never goes well.”

“And you seriously want her put away?” Her head cocked, it was adorable. She was like a cute puppy.

You nodded, “my family sucks ass.” You deadpanned, “Leslie was the worst of them, the only relative I got along with was my brother.” 

“You said he died.” 

You nodded, “he saved the freaking world and nobody knew it.” Tears rimmed your eyes, Lincoln was always a sore subject. “He’s a hero, and I promised him once that I’d take down Leslie if her powers ever happened.” You sighed, wiping away your tears. “I guess I have no purpose now,” you shrugged, chuckling to yourself out of sadness. “My parents are psychopaths, my brother is dead and my sister is locked up forever.” 

“Do you want another purpose?” She asked walking up to you as DEO people came up the elevator with tech to transport her. 

You looked at her, “yeah, I do.” 

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Three months later: 

Kara and you were having a platonic (to your sadness) picnic on the top of CatCo. Cat Grant knew of your abilities and your superhero name, Sparks.

In your opinion, you thought it was cheesy, but you’re starting to enjoy Cat and she has kept your secret. You had a mask on your face now when you were Sparks. So you could still walk around without having a disguise.

You also knew that Kara was Supergirl because you two worked together. She told you the second you signed on to the role of being the darker hero of National City. 

Yes, they called you ‘the night to Supergirl’s day.’ People said you were ‘the ‘evil’ version of Supergirl’. To be fair, you did have different attack methods than Kara did and you did admit that you were not as kind-hearted as Kara was. You did not believe everyone was good like she did. 

It was one of the things you loved about her. Her good soul. You were surrounded in darkness your entire life, as well as sheer evil, your parents were not kind people. 

“So,” Kara said munching on cheese. “You never told me something.” 

“Hmm?” You asked, you thought you had told Kara everything.  

“How did your brother save the world?” 

You scoffed, looking at the sunset, “there was this creature, Hive, he was a sort of virus thing I guess. I’m honestly not too sure what he was. Nothing could kill him, guns, superpowers, lethal injection, absolutely nothing. He could adapt to any planet but he needed a planet for his power.  So, Lincoln trapped him in a space shuttle, then drove them both into space and blew it up. He kept Hive from making this world into something horrible. Nobody will ever know. Our parents found out and said he was a disgrace for killing something like that. They said Hive was amazing.” You wiped your tears. 

“You never talk about your parents,” Kara said fiddling with her glasses, she did that whenever she was anxious. 

“That’s for a reason.” You said, eating the baguette with homemade pizza deep. Cooking helped you cope. 

“You can talk about it with me if you want.” She offered. 

You smiled lightly, “my parents are cruel people Kara. The thing with our lineage is that we are perceived as villains. Even at the refugee camp that my brother and I sought solace at, those people feared us because of our ancestors. They had a right to, my family did awful things. My parents raised me to be evil, Leslie is the only one who turned out how they wanted but she was messy.” You grimaced, “they said she did things sloppy, and brash. I was neat, I did what mommy and daddy said until Lincoln showed me the issues.” 

“What were the issues?” 

“Killed anyone who went against them. I thought, since I was raised that way, it was normal. Then I met a woman named Daisy, she showed me that killing willing nilly was bad-don’t look at me like that, I was raised way and I fixed my attitude when I was thirteen.” You scolded as she gave you a look. 

“My parents….they think I’ll come around, but I will never be that way again. I hated it. It always felt wrong to me, but my parents called me broken, stupid, ignorant. They’d beat me around if I didn’t hurt someone.” 

“How many have you hurt?” 

“I used words not violence, I killed two people and I still know their names, I still know how it felt. It was awful. I still think I’m a bad person, isn’t that crazy? I think I’m crazy for not being a sociopath or psychopath.” 

“It shows you have a soul.” Kara answered, “it shows you are no longer that person, that you’ve not only grown from your mistakes, but you learned from them.” 

You shuddered a breath, “I never want to kill again, I can fight to defend with no problem but I will not kill again if I don’t have to. But I will kill if someone's safety is in jeopardy, no problem.” 

Kara grabbed your hand, “you give me hope.” 

You scoffed, “I give you hope? Babygirl you need a new role model.” 

She blushed at the nickname, it made you feel better to flirt with her, but at the same time broke your heart because you were falling hard for her. You didn’t flirt with anyone. You flirted with the girl you really, really liked. 

The girl who stuck her neck out for you. Who vouched for you and gave you this amazing life. You couldn’t mess this up.

[lyrazehedgieboiii]

I have an idea for sonic boom where sonamy boom 3 little kids travel to the past and you know like maybe accidentally used tails invention...when they are in past sonic freaks out at first but then he’s like at the end “am so gonna be the cool parent int the future” teases amy and btw i love ur stories 💗💗

Haha, of course! I swear, as soon as I got on Tumblr and saw your ask, I was like “OMG OMG OPEN A GOOGLE DOC START WRITING DROP EVERYTHING AHHHH”Sorry I’m a bit late, my laptop’s battery went dead and I was scared that the story wouldn’t save, but it did! But now here I am, hope you like it~ 

“What. The. Hell. Are. Those.” Sonic said, as his eyes grew wide at the little hedgehogs standing right in front of him.

“Hi, dad!” One of the little ones exclaimed. He sure did look a lot like Sonic himself.

 “Woah, Sonic, he called you dad! You didn’t tell me you had kids! But don’t you think Amy’s a little too young to have children?” Tails asked his big-brother figure.

  “T-Tails, seriously, they aren’t my kids! I’m not dating Amy or anything!” Sonic stuttered. The truth was that he was madly in love with Amy, he just didn’t want to admit it.

    “What do you mean, daddy? You always go to mommy everyday and kiss her, and tell her that you love her! You two leave us with Uncle Tails while you go on dates!” The youngest one said. He was an exact replica of Sonic.

     “Be quiet, Skid! Daddy tells us that he loves us too! Right, Blur?” The middle one said, looking over to her right, where a midnight blue hedgehog, possibly six, looked up.

    “Yeah.” He looked up to Tails. “Uncle Tails, did you make a shrink ray? ‘Cause you look shorter than usual!” Tails looked at himself. He looked completely the same.

   “How old are your parents?” Tails asked, hoping he could find out who their parents were. Their parents certainly couldn’t be Sonic and Amy. Amy was only 14, and Sonic was going to turn 18 soon. The oldest child looked about 6. Definitely not Amy’s child. 

    “Daddy is…” the youngest, who’s name is Skid and was about 3, stared off into space, trying to remember. “27!” Sonic looked surprised. He tugged at his scarf. That would’ve meant that Amy would have his kids at the age of 18...Was he really that much of a wimp?!

      “Do mommy and daddy have rings on their fingers?” Tails asked, as if he knew what Sonic was thinking.

    “Yes! Mommy has a diamond ring on her finger, along with some other rings.” So, they were engaged at the time?..

   “Are they married?” Sonic asked, interrupting Tails from asking the exact same question. All three of the children shook their heads.

    “Mommy said that you and her will get married soon, and she said I could be the flower girl!” the middle one giggled. She looked so much like Amy. She had jade eyes, with speckles of emerald in them. Sonic loved her immediately. 

  “Sonic, these kids must be from the future! How did you three get here?” Tails asked, hoping they would say through his invention. 

   “Well, you told us not to go near that,” the oldest one pointed to the machine that the kids came through.”

    “Fascinating. It must be a time machine.” Tails muttered, forgetting about the four hedgehogs in the room.

    “Oh boys! I brought the food you asked for!~” An angelic voice appeared, and the trio ran toward it. Amy was surprised by the sudden warmth on her legs, and found three little hedgies stuck to her, yelling “Mommy!” “You’re back!!” “WHERE WERE YOU?!” Amy wondered whose kids these were and why they were calling her ‘mommy.’  They looked like a mix of herself and Sonic.

   “Amy! Thank Chaos you’re here! These kids are from the future! They came through a time machine! They’re ours.” Amy widened her eyes. She looked back at the hugging hedgehogs.

   “This isn’t a prank, right? You’re telling the truth?” Amy said in a gentle, sensitive voice, which surprised Sonic, as he was used to hearing her coaching, cheering voice. “You know my feelings aren’t a toy you can just play with.” Yeesh, why was she so moody?

    “Ames, it’s not a prank, I swear, they’re our kids.” Amy’s cheeks went red. “No time to fantasize, our future selves are probably worried sick!” Amy shook out of her thoughts and all the questions she had.

    “I wasn’t fantasizing! I was just...wondering…” Amy took the kids in her arms, not worrying about their weight, because of the fact that she carries a humongous hammer. She walked over to Tails and put them down. “So, what are your names?” She asked, kneeling down. Sonic had a wave of pride splashing upon his heart. That was weird. It usually happened when Sonic defeated Eggman’s robots or when he saved his friends. The oldest one spoke up.

  “I’m Blur, that’s my sister, Ariana, and that,” he pointed to his little brother. “Is Skid.” Amy smiled. She couldn’t believe that these tiny little chubby potatoes were hers.

   “Has anyone told you guys how adorable you are?” Only Ariana giggled.

   “Yeah, you tell us that everyday, mom.” the oldest one and youngest one said simultaneously. “I see where you get your attitude from.” Amy looked up at Sonic, who was glaring at her.

  “Not only attitude, but also good looks~” Sonic posed, pretending to flex his non-existent muscles. Amy suddenly was caught in a daze. She had a lovey-dovey look on her face. 

   “Oh no, it’s happening again. Even young daddy makes young mommy all red-happy.” Red happy was the sonamy childrens’ way of saying that someone was blushing. They didn’t need an explanation, they understood.

   “I WAS RIGHT! IT WAS A TIME MACHIN- Oh sorry, I probably interrupted your little family moment.” Tails said, looking at the young family before him.

   “OHOHOHO, SONIC THE HEDGEHOG, PREPARE FOR YOUR DOOM!” A loud explosion was heard, and everyone quickly went outside to see Eggman in his Eggmobile, looking confident, as though he was going to win the battle.

   “Ames, stay with the kids, take them inside, and make sure Eggman doesn’t see them!” Tails ‘aww’ed at the sight of Sonic being a protective ‘dad’, but quickly regained focus, and went on the X-Tornado to fire missiles. Amy obeyed the order, and quickly grabbed all three of the munchkins and went inside. The kids were squirming, wanting to go outside and participate, but Amy blocked the only way out.

    “Mommy, why are you blocking the door? You always let us go Eggbutt’s robots!” Blur cried. Amy was horrified. Will she really be that irresponsible about the kids when she’s older?” 

   “No. Not today. It’s not safe, you could get hurt!” Amy said, holding the three in her arms. She heard their complaints, and felt their kicks, but held onto them anyway. She noticed Ariana scooted away from the cuddle-pile. Amy let go of the two in her arms, and walked over to the bubblegum hedgehog. 

“What’s wrong, Ariana?” Ariana started whimpering, and that got Amy scared. Did she do something wrong? Ariana jumped into Amy’s arms, getting cradled by her mother. The middle child pulled away.

   “I just distracted you so that Blur and Skid could go outside.” Ariana giggled, her laugh sounding a lot like Amy when she was four. Amy ran out the door, leaving Ariana in a puddle of laughter. She saw her targets, and almost fainted. They were battling, and helping Sonic! They were running around, beating the crab-bots and bee-bots with Sonic’s spin dash. With so many Sonic’s at once, the robots were all defeated within fifteen seconds. Sonic gathers his future offspring into his arms and threw them into the air. He caught them before Amy has a heart attack. She walks right up to them and starts to scold them.

   “You two should be ashamed of yourselves! Your father tells you to stay inside, I tell you to stay inside, but what do you do?! You have your sister distract me with emotion, and run outside and help your father! I just wanted you three to stay safe! You’re lucky your dad didn’t scold you!” Amy had a dark and scary aura behind her that scared Blur and Skid.

  “Mommy?” an innocent little voice melted the hearts’ of everyone that had heard her, except her brothers, you deal with this all the time. 

   “Yes, Princess?” Amy asked, but then looked at herself in shock. She was aware that this was her future child, and she was aware that she’d only just met them.

   “I’m sorry I tricked you.” Ariana said, her eyes full of tears. Yes, of course Amy would feel guilty, Sonic just narrowed his eyes at his future child.

   “Don’t get all regretful, Ames. I’ve seen this trick before.” Amy turned and looked at him. What trick? “You used to do this all the time. You’d guilt-trip anyone into getting what you want and making sure you were never blamed for something you clearly did.” Amy just glared at him, his words sinking in. Was she really a guilt-tripper? Well, at least she didn’t blackmail. Ariana made a pouting face at the younger version of her dad.

“Well, this was fun and all, but I think it’s time that the SonAmy children head home.” Sonic and Amy spun their heads to their two-tailed fox friend, who was just standing there with a smirk. Amy felt a bit sad, until Sonic held one of her hands. He smiled. Yes, you read right! He smiled at Amy. She felt happy, and took the kids back inside. Tails walked over to the time machine.

  “So, while you were hanging out as a family, I figured out how to work this thing!” Tails exclaimed.

   “Make sure ya don’t send them to the dinosaur times. Future me and Amy wouldn’t be very happy.” Sonic said, putting his arms behind his back. 

   “You know Sonic, I’m surprised how you’re this chill about having kids.” Tails replied, acting like he was fixing something in the machine. Sonic dropped out of his pose and glared at Tails. He glanced at Amy and saw her blush. Perfect opportunity.

   “Well, Tails, I sure hope we have more than three, cause it must’ve been fun makin’ those kids.” He humped the air as if he were doing that to Amy. Her face went redder than a tomato and she made a disgusted face at him.

   “There are children in our presence! Say something appropriate for once!” Amy yelled at him. He just chuckled, doing his signature rub-under-the-nose thing. Amy rolled her eyes.

   “What’re mommy and daddy talking about?” Skid asked his ‘uncle Tails.’ 

   “Grown up stuff.” Tails said, trying to avoid that question as much as possible, not wanting his future nieces and nephews getting scarred for life. They nodded. Tails turned to the flirting couple. “It’s time for you to say ‘bye,’” Tails said, while Ariana nuzzled into his leg. He smiled, feeling a tear slide down his cheek. He hugged the little ones, and pushed them to their past parents. They all hugged, Sonic tried to snuggle into Amy’s neck. They let go, and they lead the kids into the time machine.

  “Bye, mom and dad!” they all said. Amy felt like crying again. Sonic held onto her waist, making her hit his arm.

   “Yeesh, Ames. I was just trying to comfort you!” Sonic exclaimed, rubbing his arm.

    “Stop acting like a married couple! You two aren’t married yet here or in their time.” Tails yelled at them, pointing at their future kids. “Okay, ready guys?” Tails asked. They nodded. He pushed a button, causing them and the machine to go back to their time. “Future me is gonna get beat up by future them.” Tails muttered as he saw Sonic kiss Amy’s cheek and laugh at her reaction.

    “I’ll be such a cool dad~” Amy rolled her eyes.

     “We’ll see about that.”

                    Well, you never know what’s going to happen in the future.

  This was so much fun to write!!! By the way, I won’t be able to post until the weekend because of University stuff.

[justanotherlifeff]

Chapter 2

8 April 2316

Monday

Musutafu, Japan

You entered the classroom to find a certain tall black haired boy drilling an ash blonde for putting his feet on the desk. You personally never cared much about rules nor did you feel like poking a nose into people’s business was something that anyone should do, unlike Tenya Iida ofcourse. You knew that he would be aiming for the hero course in UA and to be fair, you certainly hoped to see him here again given that your only form of entertainment at Soumei was pissing him off. Yes, Iida was class president back in Soumei and let’s just say, you didn’t see eye to eye. Although you never full on bullied him like Ash blonde here. Infact, while you enjoyed pissing him off, you considered him as a friend even if being in the same class as him was sometimes a pain in the ass. “Remove your foot from that desk! Such an action is insulting to those who came to UA before us as well as the craftsmen who made the desk.” Iida argued. “Like I care. What middle school are you from, you extra?” Bakugou asked him in a rude tone. That’s when you noticed another student with mossy green hair had got in. He was staring at the bickering pair with a defeated look. “My name is Tenya Iida. I’m from Soumei private Academy.” Iida answered with pride. Ofcourse… Typical Iida… He just can’t see the insult that would come with that… “Soumei? A stuck up enlist then? I should blow you to bits.” Bakugou crackled. Even though you were enjoying the bickering, you decided that you should save your clueless classmate. “Sorry about him. He just cares about rules too much. He’s been on my back about how I wear my uniform for years.” you smiled apologetically at Bakugou as Iida tried to blow away whatever damage control you did by saying, “You’re awful! Do you even wish to become a hero? And (L/N)-kun, your shoes are absolutely inappropriate for school! Why would you wear sneakers to school?”. That’s what you get for trying to save him from blondie. “Iida-kun, give up already.” you told him with a teasing smile before he noticed the green haired boy and ran towards him.

Bakugou glared at the green haired kid for a while before looking back at you and asking, “Are you from Soumei too, extra?” with a frown. “You know, after standing up for you, I expected you to not call me an ‘extra’. You wound me mister!” you told him with, acting dramatically as if his words hurted you. “Oh I know you. You’re the villain kid. And you’re gonna teach me how to behave?” Bakugou sneered. That hit a nerve and all the light bulbs in the class shattered, making Bakugou startled for only a moment. You got yourself in control within moments and smiled at him before saying, “Sorry about that, my quirk's kinda annoying. By the way, come on dude! Lighten up! I know you didn’t mean any harm but that kinda hurted you know. I don’t want any trouble. Let’s get along okay?”. The boy tched in reply. That’s when Aizawa got into the dark classroom. “ (L/N), you can’t keep breaking the lights. Go to the Principal’s office and fill out a form for new lights. We will cut that from your part time job, again.” Aizawa told you firmly. “Yes sensei” you answered with a sigh before heading to the principal’s office.

When you came back, you found the other blonde kid from class waiting for you in an empty class. “(L/N)-kun, everyone’s gone to the grounds for a quirk test. Aizawa sensei asked me to wait for you to give you your uniform.” he told you with a confident smile. “Thank you! What’s your name?” I asked him with a smile. “I’m Kaminari Denki. But, you can call me Shrek, because I'm head ogre heels in love with you.” he answered with a flirty smile, winking at you. “Aside from scaring women away with shitty pickup lines, what do you do for a living?.” I chuckled at him. He dramatically put a hand on his chest before saying, "You wound me, (L/N)-chan. Besides, didn't you just improvise a pick-up line there?" as we headed towards the changing rooms. He had his uniform in his hands too. “Totally did my friend! While I can assure you that you're not my type, I can see that you're a man of culture and I henceforth declare you as my friend. Thanks for waiting!” I joked, pretending that my hand is a sword as I acted as if I just knighted him, making him laugh. "Well, atleast I scored a hot friend!" Denki shouted towards you as you got into the girl’s changing room.

“(L/N)-kun! How did you explode those bulbs?” a shorter brown haired girl approached you, her eyes sparkling in interest. “Yes, your quirk must be very powerful.” a tall black haired girl approached you as well. “I’m Yaoyorozu Momo. Nice to meet you” she bowed slightly with a smile on her face. “Oh right, sorry, I’m Uraraka Ochako. Nice to meet you!” the first girl remembered that she didn’t tell you her name. “It’s alright. I’m (L/N) (F/N). My quirk includes telekinesis. But, unlike the typical telekinesis, mine is in the molecular level. So, when I get any sudden emotion within me, my telekinesis activates and removes molecules from the most breakable things around. Glass molecules come apart more easily which is why they break. I don’t exactly explode them.” you explained my power to them. “I see. That’s impressive. I’m Ashido Mina! You should change quickly. We’ll wait for you.” a pink girl told you with a smile. “Thanks guys!” you answered before starting to change into the training uniform.

When you all arrived at the grounds, the boys were already there with Aizawa. You stood there with the girls as Aizawa explained how things in UA works. Denki saw you out there and approached you immediately. "Now that we are friends, would you introduce me to your hot female friends?" he whispered to you as if he was plotting something devious. "Oh no. I thought you liked me! Such betrayal!" you acted as if you were offended before laughing at your own antics with your new friend. "Well, come on then, let's get you introduced to the hot girls" you laughed as you introduced him to the group of women. While everyone else was pretty much freaked out by his downright flirting, Mina joined you into teasing him about it. After getting a scolding from Aizawa to shut everyone up, you watched upon with interest as he asked Bakugou, to pitch a ball. He used an explosion from his hand to throw the ball 705.2m away while shouting… “Die”? "He is one weird guy" you couldn't help but think. After that Aizawa went ahead to explain that anyone who scores the least would be expelled. He did expel people on their first day before so you hoped that your classmates would take him seriously. He then proceeded to explain why 21 students were admitted in Class 1A instead of 20, (apparantly the two lowest scorers got the same score in the entrance exam).

The event started with a 50 meter dash. You completed it in 1.23 second as you just opened a portal and crossed the finish line taking the highest score in class. Your middle school record was 7.58 seconds. Your strength test machine broke when you used telekinesis. Again, highest score in class. You used telekinesis to levitate during long jump, scoring highest again. You scored lowest in the repeated side step as there was no way to use your powers here. In the ball throw test, you opened a portal to the moon since you decided to learn the coordinates to a certain place in the moon knowing that doing something as flamboyant as this would certainly gain you a reputation and threw the ball in there. When the display read 384400 km, everyone was surprised. You could see the visible anger in Bakugou’s face as you beat him in almost all the tests. However, you weren’t the highest scorer in this one. Uraraka scored Infinity thanks to her quirk.

You were surprised when Aizawa didn’t expel anyone. Specially given that Mirodiya, as much as you found him extremely sweet, literally broke his finger when he tried to use his powers. You were the top scorer, which wasn’t much of a surprise. However, you discovered something during the test. Bakugou seems to hate Midoriya with a burning passion. While you figured out that Bakugou is pretty much an asshole, you sensed an enormous amount of inferiority complex within him. "He has a powerful quirk, more powerful than Midoriya but then, why did he feel like he was inferior to Midoriya?" was a thought that ran through your head. You honestly wouldn’t be bothered by complex people like them usually since you preferred to keep your life simple and fun, however, Bakugou was too explosive to ignore. He ranted on how Midoriya was quirkless before the ball throwing test. It seemed that they had a history and the way Bakugo acted made you interested in knowing. After all, it doesn’t hurt to know more about your classmates, right?

When class was over, you was headed to the teacher’s quarters. However, I was stopped by Denki and a red haired kid. “(L/N)-chan!” Denki shouted as he called you. You waited for him to catch up. “(L/N)-chan, are you busy now?” he asked. “No, not really. Why?” you asked him, confused. “We were going to try out the new cafe that opened nearby. You can stick along with us if you want to. I’m Kirishima Ejiro by the way. I heard you're already friends with Kaminari so I figured that we should go together?” the red haired boy explained. “Oh sure. Why not? I don't have much to do till my shift at the gym and that's not anytime soon.” you answered. “Damn, a working woman.. Now that's cool..” Denki praised in a flirtatious tone. “Yeah working is pretty manly!” Kirishima agreed enthusiastically. “I honestly would rather just stay at home and read a manga. I'm only working cause I gotta pay for all the damage I do to school property.” I sighed only to get reassuring looks from the two boys. "Aww get a sugar daddy, (Y/N)! I've been looking for a sugar mommy my entire life but I'm cursed with sheer good looks" Denki flicked his hair sarcastically. "Oh shut up you moron!" you answered rolling your eyes and flicking his forehead with a small pebble using your telekinesis, making Kirishima laugh at your antics as the three of you went for the cafe. And this is how, the infamous 'Bakusquad' unofficially started.

[connorspiracy]

Here Comes Santa Claws || Connor & Sasha

TIMING: Just before Christmas PARTIES: @connorspiracy and @sasha-r-blog CONTENT: N/A SUMMARY: Connor has a run-in with The Claw  

Connor hadn’t been out of the hospital for long before he was right back out in the fray. Bug bite. Temporarily paralytic. Typical White Crest shit. It wore off within an hour or two and they’d kept him one night for observation, but he’d been back home the next day, and back out filming the next night. All in all, it’d been a fairly uneventful night. Not too common in White Crest, but it happened sometimes. He’d been heading back to his car when he passed the two drunk college bros in santa hats, probably on the way home from a Christmas party or something. 

“Heyyy,” one of them slurred. “Are you a film student? Can I be in your movie?”

Apparently, it must have been the best joke ever, because they both started laughing. Connor took a drag of his cigarette, shaking his head.

“Nah, mate. Battery’s dead anyway,” he lied. 

“Oh, come on,” the other one said, winking. “Is it, y’know, a dirty movie? We won’t tell anyone.” 

Connor was a pretty jovial dude, but some people were really fucking annoying. He sighed. “No, documentary, but I gotta get home anyway. Have a good night, lads.” 

He kept walking, but felt a hand grab his shoulder. 

“Come on. Don’t be a dick.” One of them grabbed at the camera, snatching it from his hands and starting to record themselves. “Hey, battery isn’t dead, you’re full of shit.” 

Sasha’s night hadn’t gone very successfully, which sucked, but wasn’t that surprising. People were out and about, but nothing criminal or suspicious or even vaguely interesting had happened within the last few hours. Sasha has been keeping a lookout of the streets from the roof of a building, but as her eyes grew bleary she thought it would probably be best to just pack it in for the night. She had a project for class she had to work on anyways. Though if she was being honest with herself she was probably just going to make some hot chocolate and go to sleep once she was back. 

Climbing down the sides of the building, she ducked into an alley to get changed. She brought a pair of jeans and a sweater, enough to cover the spandex while she tucked the rest of her costume back into her backpack. But before she could even start taking off her mask, she heard some sort of commotion. Well, maybe less of a commotion and more of a disturbance. Shouldering her bag again she listened. Three voices. Two sounded like assholes, to be blunt. Also maybe drunk. And what they were saying didn’t sound like it was going in a good direction for whoever the third person was.

Okay, so maybe tonight wouldn’t be so uneventful after all.

Sasha crept through the other end of the alley, towards the noise. And as she peaked out onto the street she could see the three of them about ten feet away. How hard could it be to take down two drunk frat bros? Maybe they’d even be scared off before they got themselves hurt by the justice of The Claw.

Stepping out onto the sidewalk, Sasha tried to be menacing, amber eyes flashing as she tried to do a half hunched, crouch thing, something that looked like a tiger about to lunge. It looked cool in her head at least.

“I don’t think that camera belongs to you. How about you hand that back before you regret it.” 

“Guess it has a little juice left,” Connor answered, grabbing for the camera. The other men were larger than him. He’d always been on the smaller side, a matter that didn’t especially bother him except when it came to people not believing his I.D. was real when he was trying to get a drink. Now, though, it was annoying to be unable to reach. “Give it back, dude. It’s expensive.”

“Expensive?” One of them mocked. “Aw, the widdle baby needs his expensive camera back? Did mommy and daddy get it for you, Prince William?” The words prompted more laughter from both frat bros and Connor rolled his eyes. 

“Very funny. You should be on the improv team. Now if I could just--”

Before the conversation could go any further, he caught sight of the fourth person, a young woman in a domino mask with glowing yellow eyes who stepped out from the alley. One of the men almost dropped the camera in response, causing Connor’s heart to jump into his throat. 

“Please, please don’t let ‘em drop it…” he begged of the stranger, and one of them shoved the camera into Connor’s chest so hard it sent him stumbling backwards. 

“Whoa, nice costume,” one of the bros said. “Girl, you know it’s not Halloween any more.” 

“I’m aware.” Sasha wanted that to sound cool, threatening, unaffected. Too bad she couldn’t keep the offense from her voice. “This isn’t some costume party, so why don’t you get out of here and leave that guy alone.”

She tried her best to stare down the guy who had spoken to her, but curiosity kept making her glance back at the other guy, shorter than the two meatheads and clearly in need of help.  From the sounds of it that camera was expensive, good thing she had heard the trouble before these jerks broke it or ran off with it. It was almost more annoying that they seemed to just be random drunk college students. She was expecting to find some hardened criminal with a gun or knife looking to threaten a man for his money, not some dude bro assholes just starting trouble for the sake of it.

So could anyone really blame her if she wanted to show off just a little? Just like, a little warning shot. Just so they knew she meant business and didn’t get any ideas about harassing more people tonight, or commenting on their costume. 

With surprising speed Sasha rushed up to the closest dude and reached for his collar. Didn’t matter that he was a good several inches taller than her and bulky, she knew she could lift him if she got a good grip. 

Honestly, Connor was just glad someone was helping him out and stopping his camera from being shattered on the frosty pavement. The guy had left it rolling, and Connor saw no need to correct that as he gazed on. He was intrigued to see what might happen. Size wasn’t necessarily an indication of strength or prowess. Rio was pretty much the scrawniest guy in the world, and he had hunter strength, but surely the guys wouldn’t try and fight her, right? 

“Oh, piss off,” one of them scoffed, gathering up a snowball to throw at her, only before he could let loose, the stranger cleared the distance between them almost as if by magic, hoisting the man off his feet. The snow crumpled in his hand and fell to the ground, and his friend let out a yelp.

“Yo, what the hell, lady? We were just goofing around. Put him down!”

It wasn’t visible under her toothy face mask, but Sasha grinned from ear to ear as she watched the dude she lifted up stare down at her. Shock, confusion, a bit of fear. Yeah, maybe you shouldn’t have insulted my costume.

“What the fuck!” The dude was squirming, so probably a good idea actually let go. Soon he’d start punching or kicking to get free and Sasha wasn’t planning on a full on fight unless she needed to. Still holding the one man by his collar she turned towards the other who was sporting a similar look of confusion. Why shouldn’t he be a little more freaked out too?

So Sasha threw the one dude at the other. Okay, well, tried to. Even with super strength, it turns out full on throwing a full grown man isn’t easy. The guy got more roughly pushed backwards than anything, slipping on the slightly icy sidewalk and falling shoulder first into his friend, losing his hat in the process. Maybe not as dramatic as it could have been, but she threw in another flash on amber eyes to make up for that. 

The two nearly toppled to the ground together, but managed to right themselves. Pretty impressive, considering they were drunk. After a moment of getting his bearings the dude huffed out; “This lady’s either crazy or on something, let’s go.” Despite this being a really great plan on the dude’s part, the friend that hadn’t gotten picked up stared Sasha down. His eyes were still confused, but the shock was wearing off and Sasha could see his jaw clench. But the other dude tugged his arm to get him moving. 

“You’re a fucking weirdo. You’re lucky I don’t punch chicks.” The lingering guy said, before finally following his friend, shouldering past the guy with the camera.

Sasha watched them leave, heart pounding in her chest still from the adrenaline, before turning toward the camera guy. Crap, okay, she needed some cool line now. Like “Have no fear citizen!” but less dorky. 

“Are you okay?” was the only thing that came out of her mouth on the spot. 

"You're lucky she didn't punch you," Connor scoffed at the departing dudebro, feeling a little braver now that he'd just had his honour defended by White Crest's own Black Panther. He caught his breath, letting the waves of adrenaline calm a little. The fight or flight was gone. Connor wasn't freaked out. Not in the least. The altercation with the frat boys had been less than ideal, but the sheer exhilaration of meeting this young woman had replaced any fear or concern that might have been hanging around. 

"Dude, that was... awesome!" Connor was practically vibrating out of his skin. Of all the bizarre things in White Crest he was morbidly excited about, it was rare to actually find one who wasn't out to kill or maim him. "Like, actually awesome. You... uh, you saved my arse." He gave a slight chuckle. He wasn't too proud to admit it. In fact, the idea of being saved by a super cool badass chick was kind of incredible. "What's, um, what's your name? I'm Connor." 

Sasha stood up a bit taller at the praise. That had actually gone well! It hadn’t really hit her until the guy with the camera spoke. Sure, it was just two drunk dudes vs. superpowers but still, she had managed to scare them off and save someone. Without thinking she let out a surprised little chuckle and hoped it was muffled under her mask. 

“I’m The Claw,” She said, her grin seeping into her voice. “Protector of White Crest. No need to thank me, it is my job to make sure the citizens of town are safe from criminals and people who want to harm others.” 

Connor...why did that name sound familiar? As Sasha finished her introduction she remembered the guy she had spoken to online, the one who was into ghosts. Behind her mask her grin faltered. She guessed the town wasn’t big enough to completely avoid it, but she hadn’t expected to save someone she kinda knew. 

“Were those people that you know? Do you feel safe heading to wherever you are heading?” She asked, trying to get back into the mindset of The Claw. 

“The Claw,” he repeated, unable to break his gaze on her. A glimmer of recognition stirred in his chest, but not for the woman. It was recognition of a different nature. A spirit. Connor kept his eyes on her, trying to see her expression through the mask, as if that would give him any clue whether she was possessed or not. “That’s, um, very noble of you.” She definitely wasn’t acting anything like the spirit inside Nadia, or almost any other possession cases he’d come across, but not all possessions had to be malicious. Their effects harmed the host regardless. 

“No, I never saw them before. I think they were heading back from a holiday party or something. I’m just…” He held up his camera. Not that she hadn’t seen it when she’d zoomed in like a Knight In Batman Armour to save his arse. “I was doing some filming, but, um… actually, do you wanna walk back to the car with me? I think it’d be best if we stick together.” He wasn’t scared, not really, but he wanted to keep her close for as long as possible, see if he could garner any more clues. “How long have you been, uh, protecting White Crest?”

Sasha paused for a beat longer than intended before responding.

 “Of course. I wouldn’t want those people to come back and try to hurt you again. Even if they were just being troublemakers in the moment, it is my duty to make sure you get back safe.”

She had intended to walk him back if he wanted her too and still did. But there was something uncanny about talking to Connor now the adrenaline was gone and she had recognized him. But she let him lead the way, eyes and ears peeled for if danger did show up.

She hadn’t expected the question either. Sure, superheroes get asked “who are you?” from the people they rescue all the time, but Sasha didn’t know what to do with Connor asking for details. She thought about lying for a second, saying something like “The Claw has always guarded this town,” but considering White Crest’s apparent track record with death and danger that lie would probably make her look bad.

“I only started protecting this town recently. I came when I thought it needed me most. And while those men were just drunken jerks, I’m glad I was able to help stop trouble tonight, however small.”

Was she laying it on too thick? She hadn’t exactly prepared a script for this sort of thing. She tried to keep looking straight ahead, as if somehow her nervousness would show through two layers of masks if she looked Connor in the eye. 

Connor smiled to himself as he walked. She sounded like she was right out of the pages of one of the cornier Superman comics, but there was also something endearing about it. “If any town needs a bloody superhero, it’s this one,” he snickered. He could feel something spiritual about her, but it didn’t feel malicious. He felt drawn to her, a need to investigate beyond just the mere fact he’d seen her use super-strength. 

“So do you have any other powers? Laser vision, telekinesis?” She almost definitely wasn’t going to answer, but hey, it was worth a shot. Connor rarely saw the need to keep his questions to himself. “Oh! Do you have, like, a Batsignal? A way people can call on you when they need you? Maybe a burner phone, although that would be less exciting.” 

He was sure he’d caught some of her antics on camera, even though the footage probably wasn’t great thanks to being passed from one person to the other rather than held steadily. He couldn’t wait to look through it when he got back.

Sasha grinned. Superpowers, now that was something she could talk about easily. 

“No laser vision, but I’m fully capable of defeating evil.” She brought up her hand, but paused for a moment. No, it was fine, she was still in costume and on duty after all, even if she was now just walking with Connor back to his car. And he didn’t seem to have any inkling of who she was.

In an instant sharp, pale colored claws sprouted from Sasha’s fingers. And sure, maybe being seen as cool by someone was going to her head a bit. But who could blame her? She let the quick flicker of amber that helped her see in the dark glow steady from her eyes, causing light to shine from behind her domino mask. The Claw probably looked awesome. Or at least Sasha hoped. When she had done it in the mirror it looked cool to her.

“No signal, just my eyes and ears to keep a lookout.” But maybe that wasn’t too bad of an idea. At least the burner phone idea seemed pretty reasonable, but it might ruin the mystique a bit. “I’ll have to look into ways to let people get in contact with me.” 

“Well, love, you’ll probably find a lot of evil here,” Connor said simply, giving a laid back little chuckle. He’d heard horrific tales about some of the horrors White Crest held, and he’d seen many of them too. “Just be careful, yeah? Not all of ‘em can be defeated by super strength.” As impressive as it might have been. 

He turned his gaze towards her, watching her hand as she brought forth a set of sharp claws. “Whoa!” Christ, he wished he still had his camera rolling. He should’ve worn that GoPro attachment Jasmine had got him, but foolishly, he’d put it in his backpack, thinking his filming was done for the night. Her eyes glowed like jewels in the darkness. “That’s amazing,” he said, in awe. He made a mental note to look through some of Rio’s books later to see if he could find anything about animal-like spirits giving people powers. 

“Uh, this is me,” he said as they approached his black Jeep Renegade. “Thanks for the save. Hope you can use those powers of yours to find me again.” 

“Thank you for the concern, I will keep that in mind.” Sasha retracted her claws and let the glow fade from her eye. Part of her wanted to argue, say confidently that nothing could really go up against her strength, agility, and claws. But she wasn’t that cocky, and there was something about the way everyone kept talking about White Crest that was starting to put her on edge. Yeah, the town felt weird, and the death rates didn’t lie, but it felt like everyone talked like they were dancing around something, as if telling a joke she wasn’t privy to, that she could never hope to get. She didn’t know how to feel about the chuckle as Connor spoke. What wasn’t she getting?

Maybe that is just what it was like, being in a new town. She’d have to make an effort to look around more, maybe even talk to people, despite how hard that felt without her mask on. It was so much easier to jump from building to building under the cover of night or talk to Connor when she was hidden behind cool powers and a costume. It made her feel powerful, cool, “amazing” as Connor just said. People didn’t say that about Sasha, but they did about The Claw. 

“Hopefully you won’t need any more protection, but if you ever run into trouble know that The Claw will be here to help.” She nodded once, more to herself than Connor. She would keep an eye out for him while doing future patrols, but maybe he was right, a way for people to contact her would be helpful.

“Keep safe.” She said, and with that she darted toward a nearby alley, out of view. But she would climb up another fire escape and spend another hour with her eyes peeled, even as Connor’s Jeep disappeared into the distance. She had helped someone after all, and the pride did a good job pushing away her weariness. 

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Protective

Words: 3500

Warnings: threats to life, cussing, gun shots, stalker, protective Dean

Dean x reader!platonic

Sam x reader!platonic

Mom x daughter!reader

Summary: Dean and Sam are part of a security team charged with protecting a political figure and her daughter.  

AN: child au for @spngenrebingo

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“You get your ass back here!  I need to talk to you, mister!”  The seven year-old pounded her shoes into the floor after Dean.  He stopped in his tracks.  She slammed into his leg, not paying attention.  “Ow!” She fell back onto her rear.  

“Excuse me?”  He turned.  Towering over her, he asked, “What did you say?”

“Umm,” she stuttered.

“Room.  Now.”

“Mom wouldn’t care!” Reagan stood and stomped her foot. 

“Yes, she would!  Do you treat everyone else like this too?” She silently shook her head. “Go.”

“Ugh!” The little girl pushed passed him and dramatically exited the room.  

Dean’s phone rang.  He saw Reagan’s mom displayed on the screen.  

“Hi Senator Downing,” he smiled into the phone.   “How is Italy?”

“Beautiful, but politics are so difficult.  I am out of my comfort zone here, Winchester.  I just happened to check the security cameras, and my feisty daughter seems to not be having a good day.”

“You saw that just now?” Dean laughed.  “Yeah, I think she misses you, ma’am.”

“You aren’t the nanny, Mr. Winchester.” Ms. Downing sighed.  “Don’t take on nannying too.”

“I love her, you know that.”  Dean offered her a dry laugh.  “Political figures’ kids never listen to nannies anyway.”

“Fine, Mr. Winchester.  Keep her alive, please.  And tell her that if she uses that word again, our pizza night is canceled on Friday.  Tuna sandwiches instead,” she giggled knowing her daughter would hate it.

“I will alert her, thank you, Ms. Downing.  Stay safe, tell Sam hello,” referring to his brother and co-worker.

“Will do, thank you, Winchester.  Oh, you better get to Reagan.  She is trying to sneak out my office window.”  Senator Downing raced to get her words out.

“Yes, ma’am.”  Dean hung up.

“What in the world do you think you are doing, Reagan Marie Downing?”  Dean quietly entered the main hallway where he saw her trying to open the window.

“Leaving!  I am going to Italy to be with Mommy!  She doesn’t have rules like you!”  Reagan crossed her arms.

“She is more strict than me, and you know it.  Besides, I just got off the phone with her, because she saw your temper tantrum.”  Dean smirked inwardly.

“On the cameras?”  She had forgotten about those.

“Yep.  Your mom told me that you’ll be eating a tuna sandwich Friday night if you don’t change your behavior.”

“What? No! I want pizza!”

“Then act like you want it, kid.  Back to your room, no more escaping.  Let’s go.”  The bodyguard escorted her to her room by guiding her shoulders.  “Seven minutes.”  He watched her walk to her bed and plopped herself down.  Dean shut her door and guarded it so that she would not sneak out again.  After her time was over, he opened the door.  “Come on, all done.” He faced her in the doorway.  She stood from her bed and froze. “What’s up kiddo?”

“I just want my mom.”

“I know this is new, sweetie.  New house, new schedule.  But your mom has a really important job to do.  And sometimes that means she has to leave.”

“I hate it.”

“Stop using bad words.”  Dean said shortly.

“I don’t like it!”

“But you have me!”  Dean laughed.  

“Winnie!”  Reagan whined.  

“Come on, dinner time.”

“No, thank you,” she moped.  Before she could cross her arms, he swept her off of the ground and whisked her into the kitchen as she giggled.

“You don’t get to be a sour puss tonight.  Eat up.”

The next Friday night Reagan and her mother enjoyed pizza together.  Sam stood watch at the door for the evening shift.  

“Baby Winchester, go home.  There are other guards here.  Have a drink with your brother, go cause trouble or something.”

“No, ma’am.  My shift does not end until the morning,” he stated very professionally.

“I hired you personally, don’t make me suspend you.  Go.”  She grinned to herself.

“Ma’am-”

“One,” she started counting.  “Two-”

“Yes, Senator Downing.  Enjoy your evening.  Sleep well, Reagan.”  The little girl waved at him as he exited the house.  

“Where’s Winnie?”  The seven year-old asked her mom, tucking her stuffed animal underneath her arm on the couch.

“He isn’t working tonight, baby.  This is his job, he doesn’t always have to work.  Dean also has to go home and watch his own TV and do every day things like we do. He’s been with us for a while, you know he doesn’t live here with us.”

“But- I want him here to watch the movie with us.  He likes pizza too.”

“He likes you, but he also likes to hang out with his friends and go to his house too.  You know this, what’s up?”

“Nothing.”

“I know something is bothering you, kid.”  Dean walked into Reagan’s room a week later as she was coloring on her bed the next day.  She had been withdrawn and to herself over the previous few weeks.  “I’ve been with you long enough to know when something is wrong.” He planted himself on her bed, moving her feet from the bed to his lap.

“Mommy hates me, and you think I’m stupid.”  Reagan did not make eye contact.  He took a deep breath knowing not to react with a hair trigger.

“You know neither of those are true.”

“Yes, it’s true.  Mommy is gone all the time now since she became an sena- senat-“

“Senator.”

“We used to do stuff, now she is gone.  And you haven’t been here!”

“I took vacation days, baby.  I’m not leaving you, promise.”

“Fine, but pinky promise?” She put her finger up, and he wrapped his around hers.

They soon changed the subject which led to giggles and jokes.  

—————

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Winnie! Come on!” Reagan whined to Dean.

“Punching another kid, seriously?”

“She punched me first!”

“Right…” Dean rolled his eyes.

“The principal saw it on the camera at school!”

“Let’s go home. We need to have a freaking talk before I call your mother. I hate making these calls, Reagan.”

She huffed.

“Get over here.” Dean gritted his teeth. Reagan walked over to him quietly in the living room later that afternoon.  Averting her eyes, she shifted on the balls of her feet. “Look at me.” Dean crosses his arms.  Reagan slowly met his eyes, tears starting to fall. “I know you didn’t punch first. BUT you had words with her before that punch. Next time keep your words to yourself when you know it will escalate. Sit down.” Dean pulled out his phone.

“No!” Reagan stood up and tried to grab it.

“Sit. Down.” He moved away from her. “If you be quiet, I won’t tell your mom you just tried to do that.” Reagan backed up and sat down again silently. She put her head in her hands and quietly teared up. A few minutes later he handed her the phone.

“Seriously, Rae?  You keep getting into trouble. You’re lucky Dean is there and not me.”

“I know. I’m sorry, Mommy.”

“You can stand up for yourself, but make sure that you don’t instigate something you can’t handle. You’re grounded until Friday. Anything technology goes to Dean unless you need it for school. I need to go, listen to Dean and be good. I love you.”

“Really, Mom? I need to get in trouble to talk to you?” YN yelled at her mom.

“Goodbye, Reagan.” Susan hung up.

“Ugh!”

“All your devices. Go get ‘em.”

“Seriously?”

“Phone, iPad, computer, all of it.” He put his phone in his pocket. She turned and stomped up the stairs to retrieve them.

“Here.” Reagan practically threw them at Dean.

“Cool it.”

“No.” Reagan growled at him.

“Take a breath. Relax for a minute. Sit on the porch. Do something to calm down. And just for the record, don’t throw stuff when you’re mad. Go punch a bag or something.”

“Okay,” she slipped outside to sit on the porch swing.

Benny, another security team member walked in. “Umm…”

“She’s growing up. And it sucks.” Dean turned to his coworker.

“Yep. Maybe you should step back, man. You’re not in charge of her like that, ya know?”

“What?” Dean turned.

“You’re not her babysitter.”

“That’s actually my job, Senior Winchester,” Jessica, one is the nannies walked in.

“We’ve talked about this, Benny.” He became defensive, jutting his jaw out. “Sorry, Jessica. Don’t mean to undermine you.”

“I’m just saying, Winchester.” Benny sighed.

“Say it somewhere else, Lafitte.”

“Winchester-“ Benny started.

“Ah!”

Dean and Benny went running toward a screaming sound. They threw open the backdoor to find Reagan hiding behind a planter.

“What happened?”

“Bad guy!” Reagan screeched out.

“Where?” Dean growled protectively. Reagan pointed to the tall wrought iron fence. “Okay, go inside and up to your room but away from the window!” He pushed her through the door into the kitchen.

“Okay!” Reagan yelled back.

“Yes, Ms. Downing. She is fine, I promise. Stupid guy tripped when he fell off the fence and broke his ankle. We have moved to a safe house in case he is not working alone.”

“Let me talk to Reagan, please,” Susan growled, defeated.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Dean walked to Reagan and handed her the phone.

“It’s okay. You’re not in trouble, kiddo,” he whispered. She took in a deep breath.

“Mommy?” The girl’s voice was quiet.

“Hello, sweet girl. Are you okay?”

“No. I mean, Dean and Benny saved me, but I’m scared.”

“I understand. I’m coming home, okay? I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay, Mommy.”

“Let me have the phone,” Dean gestured. Reagan offered the device back to her security guard. .

“Ma’am, I can’t allow you to come back here. We don’t know why the person tried to attack. Yes, he is caught, but who knows if there is something else going on.”

“Winchester! She is my daughter, and she was almost attacked.”

“I am very aware of that, Ms. Downing. And I’m so sorry that we didn’t catch him before he got on the property. We have increased her security and have taken other precautions as well.”

“If a hair on her head-“

“Understood. Please stay where you are. I’ll have Sam take good care of you while you are separated from Reagan. I promise.”

“Call me every hour with updates, are we clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

————-

“I’m so sorry, baby. Do you feel okay now?”

“Yeah, we had to move houses though. I don’t like it.” She shrugged.

“I know. But it is to keep you safe.”

“Okay.”

Over the next few days Reagan and her security team stayed at the secondary house.

“Can I go to school, Winnie?”

“Not yet,” Dean huffed, sad for her.

“Why?”  

Benny barged in.

“Security alert, northwest corner, upstairs window!”

“Reagan, come here!” Dean dragged her to the center of the house. Dean pulled his gun out. He heard glass breaking in the upstairs bedroom.

Senator Downing’s room. Italicize

“Come here,” he pulled her into the secure basement and yelled for Charlie to follow. “Stay inside with her until I come back.”

“Winnie!” Reagan cries out for her favorite bodyguard as Charlie forced her body to move behind a door and locking it. “No!”

“Breathe, kiddo. You have to breathe.”

“Winnie could get hurt!”

“He’s Batman. Batman never gets hurt.” Charlie smiled st the girl. “You know he is Batman because you’re who?” She raised a brow with a smirk on her face.

“Robin.”

“Let’s just hang out here. Look, we have a full room down here.” Charlie turned so that Reagan could view the whole basement, a small apartment, really. They heard a loud boom and Reagan cowered, latching onto Charlie. “We’re safe. That door won’t let anyone in.”

A few minutes later Dean yelled, “Poughkeepsie 1-9-6-7!” On hearing the code word, Charlie used the heavy lever to open the door. Dean was bloody.

“Winnie!” Reagan gasped and ran into his arms. “Are you okay? Is the bad guy out there?” Her voice level wavered.

“Hey, it’s okay. Yes, I am fine and the bad guy was taken to the bad guy place. It’s alright. I promise.” The ten year-old was getting in his arms, but she cried rivers onto his reddened shirt, leaving him no choice but to continue holding her.

“We need to go. I know this is hard, but we get to go back to your house at the Embassy. We made sure no one can break in again. Can you go sit with Charlie while I make sure everyone is okay?”

Reagan nodded.

Even after extra precautions had been taken, Reagan was not permitted to go to school. Her homeschool teacher was mean and intolerable of anything other than focused, hard work.

“Forget you!” Reagan stood from her chair and walked down the hall.

“REAGAN!” Dean shouted after her. She walked up the stairs, and went into her mom’s room. “What in the heck was that?”

“It’s her fault. Mommy didn’t have to take this job. I miss school! Her job makes me scared! I miss my friends and my normal stuff!”

Dean inhaled.

“I’m sorry.”

Taken aback by his sweet response, she could tell he didn’t want her in this situation either.

“Dean, why?”

“I don’t know, Rae.  I really don’t. But I do know that you can’t talk to your teacher like that. If you have a problem with your mom, you need to tell her, not get mad at the teacher. You understand?”

“Unmf.”

“Yeah, I get it, kiddo. Now I think you have some apologizing to do and some math to learn, yes?” Dean raised a brow, expecting a specific answer.

“But-“

“Try again,” he widened his stance.

“Fine.”

When it was deemed safe for both Downing family members to be home, the ambassador was welcomed by Dean at the door.

“Hi, Senator. Glad to be home?”

“Yes, thank you.” She stepped in as Sam bright her luggage behind her. “Are you sure it’s safe?”

“I wouldn’t have brought Reagan back here if we didn’t put extra security measures in place.”

“I appreciate that.” As she entered the foyer, Reagan happened to walk through.

“Hi, Mommy.” Reagan continued walking to the stairs.  

“What was that?” The senator looked toward Dean.

“Ma’am, I think that’s a conversation for you two. We will take your bags, go say hi to her.” Dean offered a weak smile.

“That bad, huh?”

Ms. Downing ascended up the stairs and opened her daughter’s room door.

“Hey, pumpkin.”

“Hi, Mommy.” Reagan looked up from a magazine she was reading.

“Are you mad?”

“About what?”

“I know I’ve been gone a lot. And it’s been scary. But I couldn’t come home, sweetheart. Dean and Sam don’t know what’s going on, so they didn’t want me here. Now it’s safe. I’ll be home for a while. Would you like to watch a movie?”

“No, thanks.” Reagan looked back down at her magazine.  “DEAN!” The bodyguard walked into her room. “Can we go get ice cream?”

Dean looked to Reagan’s mom. She sighed and turned.

“Sure, sweetheart. Let’s go.”

At the ice cream parlor, Dean took a deep breath before starting this conversation.  

“I need you to listen to me,” he stated lowly.  

“Yeah?” Reagan licked her ice cream cone and glanced at him.  

“Your mom missed you terribly while she was gone.  She was gone for weeks to keep YOU safe.”

“It’s not my fault she took this job.  Mom did.  I get to be in this too.  Lucky me,” Reagan sighed.

“You’re not listening to what I’m saying.  You interrupted me.”

“Fine, yes, I’m listening.”

“You’ve been through a lot, but so has she.  All of those decisions about you and your safety had to be made thousands of miles away.  Your mom couldn’t be here to make you feel safe,” Dean watched for Reagan’s reaction.  

“You make me feel safe.  She just bosses me around when I get in trouble.  You actually care about me,” Reagan admitted. “I don’t like her.”

“Reagan…”

“You told me not to lie.  I’m not lying.  But I can be nice.”

“I appreciate all of those things you told me, but when we get home, I want you to invite your mom to watch a movie.  Or do your nails, or whatever.  I am off the clock soon, so I expect you to do this on your own,” Dean stared at her.  

“Okay,” Reagan shrugged.

“Thank you,” Dean cleaned up his melted ice cream on the table.  “Let’s go.”

“Mom?” Reagan and Dean took off their jackets. The two walked into the living room after climbing many stairs.  

“Hi, sweetie.  How was your ice cream?” The senator stood from the couch and walked to greet Reagan and her bodyguard.  

“Yes, it was good.”

“My shift is ending.  Charlie should be coming on soon if you need anything.  Have a good evening.” Dean smiled and exited.

“Thanks, Winchester,” the mom waved.  

“Can we watch that movie?  Which one did you want to watch?” Reagan nervously asked her.  

“Oh, I thought you didn’t want to.  Sure.  You like The Princess Diaries, right?”

“I haven’t seen that in a while.  Dean refuses to watch it with me,” Reagan laughed.  “Can we have popcorn?”

“Absolutely. Why don’t you go get your pajamas on, and I’ll get everything set up,” her mom smiled.  

“Cool, be right back.” Reagan ran up the stairs and changed her clothes.  She grabbed her stuffed Winnie the Pooh and ran to meet her mom again in the living room.  

“Who is that?” Reagan’s mom asked her, looking at the thing tucked under her daughter’s arm.  

“Winnie got it for me.  It’s Winnie the Pooh.”

“That is very cool, Rae.  Thanks for sharing that with me,” Susan smiled at the connection she had made with her daughter.  As Susan started the movie, she felt her daughter snuggle into her and relax her body.  “I’m so sorry I missed these last few weeks.  I’ll be around more.  Dean promised that he and Sam will be extra careful about keeping us safe.”

“Okay, Mommy.  Love you.”

“Love you too, Reagan.”

Sam was on Reagan’s detail the next day.

“Where’s Dean?”

“I’m not cool enough for you?” Sam laughed.  “Come on, time for school.”

“Fine,” Reagan sighed.  “Is he okay?  He was supposed to come today.  He sai he would see me today.”

“He’s sick.  That’s why you got me today.”

“Winnie?” Reagan called him on the way to school.

“Hi, Rae.  Is everything okay?”

“She wanted to call and make sure you were okay,” said said into the car speaker.  

“Oh, thank you, sweetheart.  I have the flu.”

“Okay, then maybe you should sleep.” Reagan pouted knowing she woudn’t see her friend for a few days.

“I’m okay, your mom made me take time off.”

“Yeah, ‘cuz you wouldn’t if she didn’t tell you to!” Sam laughed.  

“Don’t come back til you feel good, Winnie!” Reagan told him protectively.

“Wow, you’re all ganging up on me,” Dean started coughing.  

“Go to bed, Dean,” Sam advised.  

“Yeah, be good,” Reagan laughed.  

“Wow, you two are really laying down the law over there,” Dean laughed but continued his coughing.  

“Okay, we’re off to school.  Love you, buddy!” Sam ended the call.  

“He doesn’t sound so good.”

“Maybe we can bring him soup,” Reagan suggested.  

“No, you will not be bringing him soup.  You’ll get sick.  But if you want to make him a card after school, you can do that.  Okay, let’s get out, time for school!” Sam said energetically.

“No…” Reagan whined playfully.  

Three days later, Dean showed up to clock in.

“Hi, Winnie!” YN wrapped her arms around him.  

“Hey, Reagan!”

As they settled in, the girl reported what she and her mom had done together since he had been gone.  

“Good job, Rae!  Proud of you.”

“She isn’t so bad.  Mom’s been around more.  She even said I could go to France with her on my spring break!” Reagan let go and bounced on the balls of her feet.  

“That’s awesome!”

“I’m so excited!

Sam and Dean led the team of security on the trip to Europe.  Reagan took everything in as they walked down the street.  As the group was guided into a government building, gunshots were heard.

“Ms. Downing!” Sam screamed.  The political figure fell to the ground.  Sam dragged her into the building and Dean shielded Reagan from the commotion outside.  

“Mom!” Reagan screeched.  Sam lied her down on the carpet in the lobby.  The team didn’t see any blood.  

“I’m okay,” Susan whispered.  I’m not hurt,” she calmed them.  With guards covering the entrance, Sam and Dean looked her over.  

“No wounds,” Dean affirmed.  “She’s okay, Reagan.”

Dean looked over to the young girl as she ran into his arms.  Reagan cried quietly into his suit jacket.  

“Thank you,” Susan said, “for being so damn protective,” she smiled. 

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[detective-redstar]

JOURNAL ENTRY N.03 || CHAPTER 4

|| This journal will act as a recap for everything that has happened during Chapter 4. This means there will be information that Airi would not realistically know. This is only for the sake of the recap. If you’re confused on who’s who, here’s a link to the roster page. ||

@despot-despair​

It’s been a while. I’m still struggling to pick up this pencil to write about what’s happened in this hell hole. I have to persevere though. If I die, this will be what I leave behind, after all.

I went to the library for the first time since it opened not long ago. I’ve been looking for something ever since Kotori died, and I thought that the library would be the perfect place to find what I was searching for. Even if it took me hours of reading, skimming through every book in that goddamn place, I would do it. Because I needed to know Kotori’s last words. I needed to know what they meant. 

Before she died - before she knocked me out, she whispered something to me. She gave me a code word. Myosotis. This one word has plagued me ever since I woke up to find the woman I loved dead. I was determined to figure out the meaning behind it. And I did.

Myosotis. A Forget-Me-Not.

I couldn’t stop crying when I found out. Sadness, frustration, and happiness all pooled together inside me. Kotori, I will never forget you for the rest of my life, however long that may be.

Shortly after the execution, Raiouji decided to cook up another scheme. This time, however, it wasn’t a motive for murder. Perhaps it was just more torment for his own pleasure. In any case, half of were deprived of our sight and the other half their hearing. No matter what we tried, the devices wouldn’t come off and we were forced to clumsily try to communicate with one another. It was hell. I still have bruises from all the shit I bumped into and tripped over. Any communication with those deprived of their hearing was done through blindly writing on paper, hoping it was legible. God... I don’t even want to imagine how terrible my writing must’ve looked. I already have horrid handwriting as is.

Soon, temporary respite came. Though it wasn’t any more pleasant than the sensory deprivation. Raiouji decided he wanted to play a little trivia game. So many secrets came out... some of my own, too. 

Caballero’s family seems to be trafficking drugs behind the scenes. Perhaps that’s why they’re so rich. And Caballero didn’t even know how deeply his dying mommy betrayed him.

Not only that, but his new pet was apparently bullied by his siblings and nearly drowned. They should’ve killed him and spared the world the agony of bearing his useless existence. After that, Yuu ran out of the room in a panic. Caballero went after him once the game ended and comforted him like a good owner should. They left to the infirmary.

Something happened between Caballero and Cai, it seems. I don’t know how or why, but Cai seems to have feelings for the rat. That came to light when Cai caught Caballero and Yuu kissing in there. A fight broke out and Cai started beating on Caballero. Good on him! It’s too bad he was stopped. It was also around this time that Ivy revealed she had feelings for Cai.

What is this soap opera!?

Anyway... back to the trivia game. There’s also a serial killer amongst us. How original! They weren’t named, but the knowledge alone was enough to shake everyone. I have my suspicions but that’ll be saved for another time.

And my own... on how Ritsuko, my mother, killed Kouta. I froze. I didn’t know what to think or what to do. As soon as the game ended, I left and stumbled around until I found the winery. I hate wine. I hate alcohol of any kind. It was during my flurry of horrible memories of abuse and trauma that I had an epiphany. Everyone around me believed me a monster. Who was I to deny them? I decided. I would become the vicious monster they wished me to be.

I threw away the Akahoshi name. I can’t ruin Akahoshi-san’s reputation more than I already have. I became a Seta once again; Kouta’s horrible last name that made me gag with disgust. It’s fine, though. I am a monster.

Another event happened, this time a ball, prepared by Caballero I think. People danced and socialized until Raiouji showed his face once again. He and Yunime decided there would be a talent show. 

The show progressed normally. Momo-chan seemed to crumble a little after her performance. I don’t know what that’s about. I decided to show off my amazing talent of insulting people! I must be a pro, ‘cause I pissed a lot of them off. Sorry, not sorry.

That Caballero though... That vile, disgusting, wench poured wine on me. I was repulsed. And furious. Seta was released as I threw away my own moral code of never inflicting physical pain on someone else. I choked Caballero, in front of everyone. It didn’t take long for them to spring into action to stop me. 

Unfortunately for me, they stopped me from killing the bastard. But seeing the pure terror in his eyes was enough for me to be satisfied.

A motive was finally given. This one ended up being the cruelest (besides the execution of loved ones). Sleep deprivation until someone committed murder. These motives. They’re getting out of control. 

I thought I was losing my mind after a few days. 

The next meeting would be during a new game, where we were all forced to present Yunime with the best bouquet of flowers. I gave her a bouquet of wilting flowers to show just how much I don’t care for her. I didn’t win, obviously. 

Then something... happened. Mukuro was back. She outed Yunime as a traitor. Raiouji freaked out and executed Yunime for her crimes. I didn’t know what to think of it. I was almost tempted to pretend to be a traitor just to rile everyone up, if I’m being honest. It seems that Cai and Caballero were the ones behind Mukuro’s repair. Do they know something? Did she know something?

With Yunime dead, there was no winner for our flower game. The reward was given to everyone. It was an envelope, with photos inside of four people.

I still don’t understand. None of this makes sense.

One thing was for sure: these people are behind something, watching us.

There wasn’t much time for rest, however, as someone was found dead. Kliment was dead in the ballroom. He was bleeding from his chest. Thankfully, everyone was given time to sleep before starting the investigation.

But the nightmare was only just starting.

Liya, who was alive during the investigation, was found dead in the winery. They died right as we found them. I couldn’t feel sympathy for those who were upset for their deaths. This time I took it too far and said too much, I guess. Even Hanae-chan got mad at me! The rest of the investigation was pretty awkward after that.

I didn’t have time to deal with it. Not when there was a mystery to solve. And so, everyone went to work as usual. It’s almost disturbing how normal it’s become for everyone. If I wasn’t already used to this, would I find it normal by now too?

The trial started as always. Although, this time everyone started saying all kinds of nonsense. I guess the sleep deprivation seriously messed with our heads, as people testified to seeing things that never happened. I had my own plan, though. I tried to frame Caballero by stealing one of the knives from the kitchen and claiming I saw Caballero stab Klim. I was found out pretty fast though. I’m kinda mad about that >3> All my hard work went to waste.

After some time, the truth finally came to light. Kliment and Liya killed each other. Liya stabbed Klim and Klim poisoned some tea for Liya. But... now what? There was no killer, at least not one that was alive.

Raiouji wouldn’t let it go. There had to be an execution, he said. Even if it were an innocent person.

Ivy sacrificed herself for us. Before her death, she was revealed to be the SHSL Lucky Charm. She was one of the few people I could possibly call a friend. And she’s gone. Just like Kotori. 

This is growing so tiring. I don’t know how much longer I can do this, honestly.

Signed, Airi Seta

[gloriousstudentfury-love]

Chapter 2

As i walked home from school i couldn't shake off the fact that someone was watching me. I kept turning back to see but only saw the school slowly fading away. I sighed "Come on Y/N who would just stalk you in an open place, well, apart from Richie" I giggled at my thought as i passed the Neibolt street sign. I always hated that place, i always felt as if something evil was lurking in the house. I shivered as i walked past the creepy ass house, as i almost completely walked past it i heard a faint giggling noise, i turned towards and my eyes widened in fear as the door opened slightly. In the doorway was a red balloon.12

"What the fuck" I mumbled as i stared at it, as if expecting it to like dance or something. Suddenly the balloon was gone, i started walking again when i heard the giggling again, except this time it sounded older "Oh Y/N where you going? Come stay with me, you'll float down here" I turned towards the door again to see a fucking clown, it was wearing a white costume and had red fiery hair. I screamed and started running farther down the road when i heard it's laughing "Y/N, come float with me don't be shy, down here, it's never dark" It growled as i screamed again and ran to my house, which was across the street from Richie's and slammed the door.

"No no no no please be gone please be gone" I pleaded as i looked out my window. It was gone. "What the fuck was that" I said, still shaking. I quickly turned the lights on and saw a note on the table "Be back soon sweetie, there's leftovers in the fridge, -Mom" "And that means she is not going to be back for a while" I groaned, knowing that she's off getting drunk somewhere. "Great now i'm alone" I said as i started shaking a bit, i hate being alone, and i also hate the dark, it just scares me. I went into the living room and sat down, rocking back and forth a bit when suddenly the phone rang.1

I jumped off the couch and ran to the phone "This is the L/N residence, may i ask who is speaking" I said in a snooty tone and i heard laughter at the other end "Well this is the famous Trashmouth speaking, is this the amazing sugar tits on the other side" I hear Richie say in a british accent and i giggle "I told you not to call me that, and why did you call me". Richie stopped talking for a second and i heard mumbling coming from the phone, Richie picked up the phone again "Well Ms.L/N, i called you because my friend Eddie Spaghetti here- "Don't call me that" I hear a voice say and i immediately know it's Eddie. "Okay, well before i was rudely interrupted by Eds here-" I hear groaning and i giggle "Eddie would like to invite you to his house to take a look at his mom, and so we can grab food then head to the barrens". I immediately nodded even though he couldn't see it, i didn't want to be alone in my house anymore "Okay i'll be there in ten". I said and I hear Richie say yes "Okay milady i'll miss you in those ten minutes" then he hung up.14

I grabbed my bike 

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And headed down the road to eddie's.

When i reached it i rang the doorbell three times to which i hear a voice yell "Eddie, dear answer the door" Which followed to another voice saying "Yes mommy". The door swung open and Eddie smiled at me, "Hey Y/N" I smiled at him and said "Hi eddie, can i come in or am i just gonna have to wait outside" He chuckled and swung the door open for me so i could walk in.

"Take everything but the delicious deals, guys. My mom loves them. Hey, first you said the barrens and now you're saying the sewer. I mean, if we get caught?" Eddie asks as Richie and I immediately start stuffing food into our backpacks, what? I love food don't judge me. Bill turned around to look at Eddie "We won't, Eds. The sewers are public works. We are the public, aren't we?" Bill said as i stuffed some chips in my bag, Richie walks over to a cabinet and pulls it open to reveal a bunch of medicine "Eddie, are these your birth control pills?" He asked and Eddie rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and I'm saving it for your sister. This is private stuff."1

As we started to walk out the door Eddie's whale of a mother stopped us, i'm only nice to her because if not she won't let me see Eddie. "Eddie, dear, where you kids off to in such a rush?" She said as she painted her nails a sickly pink color, i never liked pink, it was way to bright and girly. We all looked at each other as she asked that question, trying to think of an excuse until Bill blurted out "Uhm, just m-m-my backyard, Mrs. K. I got a new..." He kept trying to pronounce the words and i started getting worried she would call our bluff when Richie exclaimed "A new croquet set. Jeez spit it out b-b-Bill." Eddie's mom somehow bought it and said "Okay. Oh and sweetie,don't go rolling around in the grass,especially if it's just been cut. You know how bad your allergies can get." "Yes mom." " Come on." I said. already starting to get uncomfortable when the whale once again spoke "Aren't you forgetting something?"19

I saw Eddie sigh a bit and walk up to his mom to kiss her on the cheek, i snickered at him and he playfully rolled his eyes and punched me in the shoulder "Do you want one from me too, Mrs. K?" Richie yelled to Mrs.K as we pushed him out the door while Eddie apologized "Sorry mommy."

Eventually Stan met up with us and we went to the Barrens "That's poison ivy. And that's poison ivy. And that's poison ivy." Stan stated pointing at random plants, which made Eddie freak out "Where? Where's the poison ivy?" I rolled my eyes as Richie yelled "No where, not every fucking plant is poison ivy, Stanley."

As Eddie quickly walked to the edge of the sewer Bill and Richie, and I started walking into the sewer, i groaned in disgust at how warm and squishy it felt in my shoes. "Ok well I'm starting to get itchy now and I'm pretty sure this is not good for me." Eddie stammered as Richie looked at him with mock concern "Do you use the same bathroom as your mother?" He asked as Eddie nodded at him, not seeming to understand he's messing with him "Sometimes, yeah." Richie nodded like a doctor hearing someones symptoms and stated. "Then you probably have crabs." I tried to hold in my laughter but one small giggle escaped my throat "Dammit" I said as Richie smirked at me "HA, i knew you found me funny!" Meanwhile, Eddie looked like he was ready to strangle Richie "That's so NOT funny." he stated as Richie started to notice Stan and Eddie weren't in the shit water. "Aren't you guys coming in?" He asked as Eddie shook his head vigorously "Uhuh that's gray water." "What the hell is gray water?" I asked as he looked at me and pointed at the shitty water "It's basically piss and shit. So I'm just telling you... You guys are splashing around in millions of gallons of Derry pee. Are, are you serious?" Eddie yells as Richie picks up a stick from the water "Doesn't smell like caca to me, Senor." he said in a spanish accent and another giggle escaped my mouth again.17

"O-o-okay I can smell it from here." Eddie gagged as Richie pointed the stick at him "It's probably just your breath wafting back into your face." Richie stated to which Eddie put his arms up in a what the fuck pose and glared at him "Have you ever heard of a staph infection?" "i'm also your staff infection." Richie stated and flailed the stick around while eddie gagged again "That's so unsanitary. you guys are like swimming in a toilet bowl right now. Have you ever heard of listeria?" "No what's listeria?" I said sarcastically as Richie threw a plastic bag that was in the gray water at eddie. "aghhh!! Are you retarded?You're the reason we're in this situation.-" "Guys!" Bill yelled and we all turned to see him holding a shoe "Shit. Don't tell me that's..." Stan said shakily as Bill shook his head "No. Georgie was wearing galoshes." "Who's sneaker is it?" Eddie asks as i looked at the shoe "It's Betty Ripsoms." I stated and Eddie of course started freaking out "Shit, oh god, oh fuck I don't like this." "How do you think Betty feels... running around these tunnels with only one freaking shoe." Richie joked while hopping around, but we all glared at him and he quickly shut up.20

"What if she's still here?" Stan asked and Richie rolled his eyes and motioned for Eddie "Eddie, come on!" Eddie shook his head and looked at us with a frightened expression "My mom will have an aneurysm if she finds out we were playing down here. I'm serious. Bill?" We all turned to Bill again and he spoke "If I were Betty Ripsom, I would want us to find me. G-georgie too." "What if I don't want to find them? I mean, no offense, Bill, but I do not want to end up like... I don't want to go missing either." Eddie said quietly and I glared at him "He has a point." Stan mumbled and all hope in Bill's eyes were gone " You too?" he said and Stan looked up at him "It's summer... We're supposed to be having fun. This isn't fun. This is scary and disgusting." He said and i gave them both a death glare "Guys don't be such assholes and get in he-" I was interrupted from my rant by a loud splash in the river, we all turned to see a boy with an H cut into his stomach and multiple scratches and bruises on him, i ran to help him up as Richie yelled "Holy shit, what happened to you?"14

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[seouledbysisi]

Something New

Chapter sixteen

Ivy

The sun beamed on her face as she laid on the plaid blanket which laid on top of the bright green grass.

Even though the sun was bright the nice breeze balanced the weather out. This was a dream come true seeing as Korea’s weather in the summer time was nearly unbearable.

A short little boy ran over to Ivy and plopped on top of her.

“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” He yelled as he giggled.

Hearing another human being call her ‘mommy’ seemed almost foreign to her still, but the feeling her heart felt was undeniable. Nothing could ever replace the love she felt from her son Hendrix.

She wrapped her arms around the little boys body. “You’re my favorite guy.” She spoke as she kissed all over his chubby cheeks. He looked just like his father honestly. She hated to admit it but whenever they visited the states,which was very rare nowadays, all of Johnny’s family would remind her how much her child was his father’s clone.

Johnny squatted down beside the two. “I have a schedule in about an hour.” He smiled at the view. He couldn’t believe he was someone’s father. Everything happened so fast but he didn’t regret anything of it. Yes they were young but they couldn’t have been better parents even if they were older. They were truly raising a king.

Ivy took in a deep breath of the crisp air and held her hand out for him to help her up.

He took it quickly and pulled. He stared down at her hand. He raised an eyebrow. “Where is it?”

She had no idea what he was speaking of. “Where’s what?”

He groaned a bit. “Your ring, Ivy!” He played about a lot of things but that ring wasn’t one of them. It was already a hassle for them to have to hide that they were married with a kid. He at least wanted men to know she was a married woman when she was out without him.

She giggled a bit. “Oh, I must’ve forgot to put it back on when I got out of the shower this morning.”

He rolled his eyes. “Forgot? Wow!”

She couldn’t understand what his problem was. They had just had a great day at the park with their little one and now he was making a big fuss.

She sighed. “Johnny, what’s really bothering you?” She placed her hands on both of his cheeks.

Their son ran circles around them.

Johnny shook his head. “I guess I just feel like you deserve more. I hate that I can’t have a normal relationship with you and my son. Everywhere we go we have to wear masks because SM doesn’t want any of us dating period. When I refused to break up with you things changed for me.”

He had never told her any of this. “They wanted you to leave me?” She questioned.

He looked away for a moment. “But I would never do that to you. I love you with everything in me. I love Henny. Sometimes I feel like the ugly step child of the group.”

Ivy grabbed his hand and drew small circles on it. “Jaehyun didn’t leave Sasha either though, is he being treated unfairly?”

“No but there are reasons for that.” He spoke dryly.

Ivy raised an eyebrow. Now she was confused. It seemed like he was hinting at something but she couldn’t quite place it. “Spill the tea, Johnny!”

“His dad makes contributions to the company. Plus Jae actually signed the non-disclosure contract. I didn’t. I wouldn’t.”

Ivy had no idea that such a contract ever existed in the first place. “Does Sasha know?”

“She’s the one who told him to do it! It just feels wrong for me to allow SM to control my personal life. A life I had before I even signed with them.”

Ivy couldn’t put her finger on why Sasha would be okay with a non-disclosure contract. “What all did the contract say?”

Johnny shrugged. “I don’t know if me and Jae had the same one but I for sure wasn’t signing my life and rights away to Lee Sooman. I deserve to be happy outside of work too.”

Brianne

Brianne began moving her things back into her father’s house. She was done with all her classes and was simply waiting on the graduation ceremony to commence.

She had worked so hard for four years and no it wasn’t easy but she came out on top. Literally on top. She was the class valedictorian.

Her father helped her bring her things in. “So what’s next?”

“I’ve been applying for jobs in speech communication. Hopefully I’ll get a hit soon but I figured I’d just crash here until the money starts rolling in.” She shrugged.

He nodded. “That’s totally fine.”

“Honey!” A strange voice called out from a different room.

Brianne stared at her father, waiting for answers.

A beautiful tall lady walked into the living room where they were. “Oops I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

She genuinely looked apologetic.

“No, Tracy it’s fine. It’s about time that you two meet anyway.” Her father intervened.

Brianne was in absolute and utter shock. Her father’s love life was much better than hers. She had a boyfriend but he wasn’t as great as she probably deserved. To be honest she really didn’t put forth effort towards him either. He was more of a placeholder, you’d think. But what place was he holding? What was next for her? What would be better?

“Say something, Bri.” Her dad spoke cautiously.

She hadn’t even realized that she never responded. She was so lost in her thoughts that nothing else had mattered in that moment. “How rude of me. It’s really nice to meet you.” She told the lady and held out her hand.

After awhile she helped her father prepare dinner and they sat at the round table.

“So how long have y’all been seeing each other? It must be pretty new.” Bri asked with a small smile on her face.

Tracy chuckled. “If you call two years new then sure.”

Her father snapped his head towards Tracy. Had she spoken a little too much.

Brianne’s eyes started to tear up. “You’ve been hiding this from me for two freaking years?”

“Watch your tone Brianne Elizabeth Barnes!” Her fathers yelled. He understood how she felt but there was a much better way to have this conversation.

She pushed her chair aggressively away from the table and stood. “I’m sorry but two years? Where the heck have you been hiding her? She’s never been around for holidays!”

The lady shook her head quietly. She thought he had at least mentioned her to his daughter. She was sadly mistaken.

“How was I supposed to tell you? You’ve had this undying dream of your mom coming back and it’s not happening Brianne!” He yelled.

“That’s not fair, dad! Don’t you dare make this about mom!” She wiped the tears from her face.

He sighed. “Well it’s true! I wish you’d let that dream go, then maybe you could be happy.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She eyed him.

He grabbed her hand and squeezed. “It means you’ve done all of these wonderful things like finishing school and being the top of your class but what good is that if you can’t share it with people that you love? You nearly cut everyone out, sweetie. First Taeil, which don’t get me wrong no one will ever be good enough for you but at least he was trying-“

“Dad, that was so long ago and irrelevant.”

He shook his head. “What about Ivy and Sasha? How long has it been since you talked to them?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know.” She whispered, almost ashamed that she had lost touch with her best friends. Shows how great of a friend she had been. When they decided to move to Korea she was pissed. She couldn’t believe that they had left her behind but in this moment she couldn’t blame them. They had something tying them to the country. They had love. They had family there now. She had given all that up the night of prom.

Regret sank into her spirit.

“It gets lonely being at the top.” Her dad spoke through the silence and walked out.

Sasha

���Ellie, your coloring is so good!” She clapped as she admired the art as they sat at the kitchen island.

Ellie giggled. “This is me, you, mommy, Max and Jeffy!”

Sasha smiled. She loved the way Ellie always pronounced Jaehyun’s English name. Although he hated the name, because his dad picked it out, he allowed the kids and his mom to call him that nonetheless.

Sasha had been living with the Jung’s for about three years now. She started her college career in the states but eventually a year later Jaehyun had talked her into finally moving in with him, his mom and the kids.

He was rarely there because turns out he had auditioned for SM as well for the heck of it when she decided to stay behind in the states. He needed something to keep him busy.

He ran in straight for Sasha. He hadn’t seen her in person in a couple of days. He nearly knocked her out of the kitchen chair the way he tumbled onto her. He threw his arms around her and kissed all over her face.

“Missed me much?!” Sasha giggled.

“Mhm.” He nuzzled his face in her neck. “Two days is way too long.”

“Just two days, Jae.” She pushed him off of her after a bit because Ellie was staring at them.

Ellie smiled. “Are you my sister, Sasha?”

Sasha looked to Jaehyun hoping he could save this conversation. He simply shrugged.

“Well sort of, Ellie. Why do you ask?” Sasha asked as she rubbed her hair down.

“So are you Jeffy’s sister too?”

Sasha chuckled at her curiosity. “Not at all.”

Jaehyun eyed his baby sister. She was five now and very inquisitive. “I think that’s enough of that.” He ruffled the girl’s hair.

“How are you my sister and not his sister?” She continued asking questions.

Max groaned as he played his video game from the living room. “Just shut it, Ellie. She’s not his sister!” He was annoyed at this point.

Sasha’s eyes widened at the little boys tone. Sure he was eight now but it didn’t give him a right to talk to his little sister that way. “Max, that was rude buddy!”

“I just wanted to understand.” Ellie’s voice was filled with sorrow as she looked down at the paper she had drawn on.

Sasha rubbed her back. She didn’t know how explain to her what she and Jaehyun were to one another.

Jaehyun grabbed Sasha’s hand. “Ellie, one day I’m going to marry Sasha, if she’ll take me that is. That’s why she’s not my sister. I love her in ways that your little mind can’t possibly understand but one day you will.” He kissed his sisters forehead.

She giggled and ran to her room.

Jaehyun pulled Sasha onto his lap. “I meant what I said, you know?”

She shook her head. “If only that were possible.” Her face fell.

He grabbed her chin and turned her face towards him. “It is possible, baby. Why do you worry?”

“I worry because I advised you to sign that stupid contract. I wish I hadn’t have.”

“Well why would you tell me to do it if you really didn’t want that?” He never wanted to sign it but Sasha had insisted.

A tear fell on her cheek. “Because-“ she paused to get her thoughts together.

“Because why?” He was becoming frustrated. They were transparent with one another or at least he thought.

“Because I didn’t want this singing thing to be sabotaged for you.”

Jaehyun squeezed his eyes shut. “Baby, that contract wouldn’t have changed much. Besides I don’t care about any of this idol business if you’re not happy in the process.”

“I can’t be the reason for your career flopping. I couldn’t live with myself.”

He pulled her into his chest. “If you’re happy, I’m happy. I’m going to marry you no matter what that contract says. What SM doesn’t know won’t kill them, right?

“We can wait. The contract says you can’t marry for another four years, I’ll still be around.” Sasha smiled and kissed his lips softly.

He snaked his hand around the back of her neck to pull her closer and kissed her harder. “I’m not waiting four fucking years to make you Mrs. Jaehyun ‘Jeffrey’ Jung.” He nipped at her bottom lip.

The front door opened.

His mother emerged into the kitchen with a lot of mail in hand. She searched through it. One was addressed to both Jaehyun and Sasha.

“Here. Looks like it’s from Brianne.” She said with a smile and kissed them both on the head. She left them alone and went to find her other kids.

Jaehyun and Sasha both looked at one another.

“I haven’t heard from her in two years.” She spoke under her breath. Her heart broke a bit more.

He opened the mail, it was a graduation invitation.

You are cordially invited to the graduation commencement of Brianne Elizabeth Barnes.

Sasha continued reading those few lines repetitively. She couldn’t believe Brianne was offering an olive branch. Their friendship had been strained since after graduation because they were following different paths.

“Baby, you okay?” Jaehyun asked to snap her out of her trance.

She nodded quietly.

His mom walked back into the room. “I just received a court order.” She revealed.

Jaehyun’s heart drop. He knew without her even saying anything that it was dealing with Max.

“He wants him back.” Tears began to fall down her face rapidly.

-stay tuned

[noradarhkpalmer]

stuck in the past (but seeing the future)

Title: stuck in the past (but seeing the future)

Rating: PG

Pairing: Nora Darhk/Ray Palmer aka Darhkatom

Warnings: None

Summary/Notes: Post 'No Country for Old Dads', Nora and her father have to travel to 2023 to find something that will help them track the remaining totems, Nora takes the lead on the mission and has some fun in her free time, knowing it's quickly dwindling as Mallus gets stronger, expecting it'll just be a relatively normal day, aside from all the mission nonsense, what she doesn't expect is a small brunette flying into her arms at the park crying and calling her 'mommy'.

I have no idea where this idea came from but it’s here. Enjoy. Please suspend your disbelief of canon and timelines while you read this because I bend them a little.

Nora Darhk knew what was happening to her. She saw the look of pain on her father’s face when he didn’t think she was looking. Mallus was getting stronger. Her time was almost up. She would lay awake at night until she was thoroughly exhausted, thinking of all the ways she thought her life could’ve gone and they all still led her here.

She was listening to her dad ramble about something, saying how they needed to go to 2023 for something that would help them find the remaining totems or some bullshit. Whatever. He was her ride now that they were down to one time stone so she guessed she didn’t really have a choice.

There they were, jumping to 2023. Damien instructed Nora to actually carry out the mission because people would recognize Damien Darhk even seven years later, who was supposed to be dead and Nora sighed. Fine. If she was going to be her dad’s errand girl, she was going to have some fun.

She ended up at SC Jitters, letting herself indulge in being out and not just listening to her father’s incessant world domination speech for hours. Before she could order, the barista smiled brightly at her, almost in recognition.

“Just a hot chocolate for you today, Nora?” The barista asked.

Nora nodded slowly, unsure of how this barista knew her name and order. She paid and quickly stepped out of line, wondering what in the world just happened.

Nora exited Jitters as soon as she got her drink and went for a walk towards the park. She still knew Star City fairly well and knew her time was ticking. She wanted to soak up these last moments of humanity before her father made the world go to hell in a handbasket. She slipped off her jacket, the warmer air and hot chocolate making her a bit warm and settled on a bench, observing the other park visitors. There was a playground far on the other side of the park she remembers her father taking her to. When things were better. Anything was better than this.

She was lost in her own thoughts when she heard wailing. A child crying. Nora’s heart tugged in a way she had never felt before. She felt bad for kids sure, as any decent person would (even though she never considered herself to be a decent person) and never wished her life on them but nothing ever happened to make her heart feel that way towards the sound of a child in distress.

The sound got louder until for some reason her magic connected to the emotions literally charging at her. She’d never felt anything like it as a small crying brunette threw herself at Nora. Nora only had enough time to sit her coffee cup far away and make sure the child didn’t knock her over.

What in the world? Maybe Nora looked like the first trustworthy adult. Maybe the little girl felt threatened but then the second the little girl’s hands touched her cheeks Nora felt everything. Scared, tormented, injured.

“What…”

“Mommy! Sydney was chasing me and then he said that you and daddy loved him more and then I tried to find daddy but I couldn’t find him and I got scared and hid in the trees but then I fell and I heard a scary noise and then I wasn’t in the trees anymore but I saw you! Mommy, I didn’t know you would be here!” The little girl hugged Nora close and Nora was frozen, rooted to her spot.

What should she do? This little girl thought she was her mother. Surely her actual mother was out there probably worried about her disappearing. And whoever her father was was probably equally worried.

“Are you hurt?” Nora could deal with treating a physical injury. The emotional toll this little girl could somehow take on Nora’s body was becoming almost too much to handle.

“Yes, mommy, I scraped my knee.” The little girl scrambled out of Nora’s arms and presented her knee to the older brunette. It was just a scrape. Nothing too bad. Nora got plenty of them playing when she was a kid. Nora looked around for any spectators and she hadn’t drawn attention so Nora gently hovered her hand over the girl’s knee and healed her scrape.

The girl squealed and threw herself back into Nora’s arms and kissed all over her face which filled Nora with a deep seated joy she wasn’t sure she was ever capable of feeling.

“Thank you, mommy!” She grinned and hugged her. Nora took the opportunity to look at the tag on the back of the girl’s shirt to see if parents still wrote initials into the tags and sure enough there in… her handwriting were the initials V.P. Nora sucked in a breath and gently pulled away from the little girl.

“Do you know where daddy is?” Nora asked and instinctively brushed away the curls from the little girl’s face.

The girl shook her head. “That’s why I came to you! I could feel you were near, mommy! With magic.” The little girl whispered the last part.

“Oh magic…” Nora nodded, not sure what else to say.

“Yeah like this!” The girl settled back in Nora’s lap and held her hands together in a ball and a bright yellow glow emitted from her hands and when she opened them, a small flower appeared. Forget Me Nots. Her favorite flower. “Here you go, mommy! Daddy says they’re your favorite and when he gets them for you, you guys kiss.” The girl scrunched up her face in disgust.

Nora nodded, heartbeat beating faster than it had before. Nora gently took the flower and tucked it behind her ear. The girl squealed, the action apparently pleasing her. She studied the little girl, same nose, same hair, same face shape, everything but the eyes seemed to echo Nora. Brown eyes. She looked into the little girl’s brown eyes and almost stopped breathing.

She’d seen those eyes before. Their kindness and purity and hope. She’d seen them first at 15 in SC Jitters as they sang songs from Oklahoma. Then as she lay dying in her father’s arms, she had almost taken the life out of those eyes. Then most recently in Berlin when he told her torture wasn’t the answer and devised a plan that nearly worked to save them both. The eyes of this little girl were Ray Palmer’s.

The P in her initials stood for Palmer.

Nora felt warm. Warmer than walking around in a leather jacket and drinking hot chocolate on a spring day. Warmer than feeling angry as a demon would take hold of her body. She looked into the eyes of her future and felt white hot. She couldn’t breathe.

She felt small cold hands press against her cheeks and she focused in on the concerned face of her… of her daughter… her future daughter… and remembered how to breathe.

“Mommy, are you okay? Daddy says you have trouble breathing sometimes and tells me to tell you it’s gonna be okay.”

“That’s what he told you?” Nora asked, surprised she had the ability to speak.

The girl nodded. “Mmmhmm he said ‘Tori, mommy gets scared sometimes and has trouble breathing. If you can put your hands on her cheeks and tell her to take deep breaths in and long breaths out.’ So do it mommy, I don’t want you to be scared.”

Tori. The girl’s name was Tori. Remembering the V she realized it must be short for Victoria. All of her question marks were starting to be filled and her body relaxed. She focused on her daughter’s loving face and sat back against the bench.

“Tori…” she held the girl close, she couldn’t help it. She had no idea how in the world she had a daughter five years from now, maybe Mallus wasn’t freed yet. But how could she have a life? And not one, but two children? She assumed Sydney was a sibling. And with Ray freaking Palmer? She had kids with the annoying optimistic man she and her father had kidnapped how was that even possible? He had been kind and believed in her but surely in five years, less so if this girl was almost that old, he fell in love with her and had children with her.

Nora pulled away. “We have to go find daddy, I gotta go, but I promise you’ll see me at home, okay?” Nora wasn’t sure if her promise would come true, but she made it anyways.

“Okay mommy but you gotta make cookies with me like you promised this morning! Snickerdoodle!”

Nora’s favorite and it looked like it was her daughter’s favorite too. She smiled down at the little girl in overalls and a purple T-shirt. She gathered up her things when the wind kicked up. Tori shivered and stuck herself to Nora’s leg. Nora crouched down and wrapped her jacket around Tori’s small shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “Let’s go find daddy.”

Nora wasn’t sure what the hell she was doing. If she found Ray how would she explain what happened? Would he just assume she was his Nora? Oh, his Nora, that was a weird concept to think about. She didn’t mind it but it was completely foreign seeing as though up until this point she thought she was going to die in a few weeks after spending twenty years as a demon vessel. She let Tori walk ahead of her, adorably swallowed in her leather jacket. She approached the playground and sucked in a breath. There was Ray, she could tell it was him just from the back.

“Daddy!!!!!” Tori squealed and Ray turned around, picking up his daughter and holding her tight, letting Nora’s leather jacket fall to the ground.

“Tori-Bear I was so worried about you.” He was within earshot now and Nora’s heart rate picked up at the sight of this man, who she up to this point found hot but insufferable, be an amazing caring father to her future daughter. Their future daughter. He was standing next to a stroller with two seats, one was a car seat, the other for a toddler. She watched as Ray put Tori down and she ran off yelling a boy named Sydney who she assumed was their son. She did a count. Four. They had four kids and she suddenly felt embarrassed at her four in four fantasy coming true.

Her cheeks flushed and she met the eyes of her future husband which was so strange. “I… hi…”

“You told me about this day, eventually, you didn’t want to admit it was real and had convinced yourself you had dreamed it but in case it did in fact happen, I wanted to preserve the timeline.” He picked up her jacket. “Here.”

Nora waved him off. “Keep it. I’ve got spares and just give it back to me when you see me next.”

Nora started walking away when she heard him speak again.

“I’m going to do everything I can to save you, Nora.”

Nora closed her eyes and turned around, she glanced at their future kids and smiled sadly at him. “You shouldn’t. I’m not worth it. But… they are so… I guess you’ll probably do what you have to do.” She gave him one more glance before walking away, needing to focus on the rest of her mission at hand.

Her father would ask her later why she didn’t have her jacket anymore, she said she lost it. He would ask what took her so long, she bit back and said it took as long as it needed and the mission was done. He would ask why the hell there was a flower in her hair and she would say she found it and thought it was pretty and he needed to mind his own business.

And when Nora Darhk laid down to bed that night, she dreamed of the events she had experienced that day and woke the next morning, convincing herself it was all a dream, and that her fate was sealed as Mallus’s vessel.

[lizard-hair]

The Angel of Gotham City

(or, lizardhair posts his fic on tumblr too because he likes attention...but you should really just read this on ao3)

“Yeah, I seen it. Well, it’s shadow, anyhow.” The woman took a drag off of her cigarette. “Those wings have gotta be giant. An' I’m telling ya now, that thing is dangerous. A criminal in the makin’.”

  *

  “Do I believe this being to be an angel? Absolutely.” The man nodded, solemn. “Yes, an answer to this city’s supplications, sent by our Heavenly Father.”

  *

  “Probably just some freak’s science experiment.” The man grinned lecherously before continuing. “Or a sex doll come to life.”

  *

  “A new Rogue, maybe? It scares me, whatever it is. Flying overhead like some kinda bird of prey. Ugh.”

  *

  “I think she’s super pretty! My mommy says I made it up, but I really did see the angel! I found one of her feathers, but daddy said it just fell off a bird. He threw it out ‘cause wild birds are dirty.”

    Waylon Jones scratched his scaly head as he turned the TV off. The signal had been as weak as usual--reception wasn’t great when you lived in the sewers--but at least he had managed to tune into the news.

  “An angel, huh?” Waylon said to himself. “Seems ‘bout as likely as anything else in Gotham.” He laughed. “Wish I could see her for myself, though.” Fishing out an old flip phone from his pants pocket, Waylon used the tip of his right index claw to type in his friend’s number. “Should really just put the guy on speed dial,” Waylon mumbled.

      Drury Walker had not, in fact, watched the 9 o’clock news, so he was glad to have gotten the story from Killer Croc. He held out a hand, allowing one of the many moths that fluttered around him to alight on his palm. He spoke to it, his voice barely a whisper.

  “A God-sent angel seems unlikely to me, 5502, but a metahuman...a metahuman is quite probable.” Drury’s faceted eyes glittered in the dim room. “I could use an assistant, you know.”

  Moth 5502 flapped its wings, rising once more into the air and rejoining its brothers and sisters. Drury watched the thousands of insects as they danced, his own wings quivering in response to their movements. It would be nice to have another Rogue with proper flight abilities. Firefly relies on his jetpack, and is a damned pyromaniac to boot. Man-Bat’s transformation is unpredictable, his wings weak and unwieldy.

  “But you, apparent angel, might be the answer to at least my prayers.”

   Killer Moth flew between Gotham’s skyscrapers, doing his best to ignore the light of the city’s nightlife. Up in the dark sky, he was near-invisible--and nigh-undefeatable. Not even the Bat’s grappling hooks could reach this far. Or so I hope, thought Drury.

  It was difficult to search for a being whose appearance was unfamiliar to him, save for the knowledge that she had wings...and was supposedly beautiful. Drury had no idea of this “angel’s” habits or hiding place, meaning that locating her would be dependent on luck.

  “And I have never been all that lucky,” said Drury. Nonetheless, regardless of the results of his quest, it was exquisite to be able to stretch his wings and feel the wind blowing through his antennae. He had been lurking landbound in his hideout for far too long, he realized. But so it went when absorbed by an experiment.

  An abrupt flash of white in the darkness below.

  “Feathers,” Killer Moth said, banking to his left and beginning his descent.

   Drury stood on the roof of an abandoned office building, a safe distance away from the decrepit wooden water tower in the roof’s center. Sorry lodgings for an angel, he laughed to himself.

  “Miss?” Drury called, his voice raspy. “Are you in there? I have no wish to harm you; I only want to talk.”

  A faint noise from within the tower. Movement, perhaps?

  “I believe you and I may have something in--” Drury suddenly became aware of a smell. It was the scent of garbage and rot. “--in common,” Drury finished. This may have been a mistake, he thought. The image of rotting bones picked half-clean of meat flickered in his mind’s eye, the sound of tearing flesh echoing wetly. But when the angel emerged from the water tower, Drury’s fear vanished as soon as it had appeared.

  She appeared very human, this angel. Nothing like Moth or Croc. The only abnormal features were the broad white wings and feathery, coal-grey hair. And the eyes. The angel’s eyes were visible even in the faint lights from the city below, yellow irises locked on the other metahuman.

  “Greetings,” said Drury. “I am he known as Killer Moth.” He took a small, non-threatening step forwards. “And you must be the angel I’ve been hearing about.”

  “I’m not a miss," said the angel. “I’m no angel, either.”

  Drury flicked an antenna. “Apologies...mister?”

  A nod. Then a pause. “You’re really...Killer Moth? The Rogue?”

  “I am indeed,” said Drury. The not-angel looked more relaxed now, though his wings still seemed ready to pop fully open at any moment.

  “What do you want with me?”

  “Let us start with your name, hmm?”

  Yellow eyes darted to the side, then back to Drury. “I’m Giovanni.”

  Giovanni? A large name for such a small creature, thought Drury. But out loud he said, “A fine name for a young gentleman. Italian, are you?”

  “My grandparents were.” A flash of those strange irises. “You really think Giovanni is a good name?”

  “Yes?” said Drury, caught off-guard by the odd question. Don’t tell me that this boy has an ego the size of Riddler’s, he thought.

  Then Giovanni smiled. It was wry and crooked, but there was genuine happiness, too. “Cool,” was all Giovanni said. He walked over to Drury-- past Drury, and plopped down on the edge of the roof. “Have a seat,” Giovanni said over his shoulder.

  Drury hesitated, then shrugged. He sat to the boy’s left, and the two both rearranged their wings as they looked out over Gotham.

  “It’s nice here,” Giovanni said.

  Drury couldn’t help but scoff. “Few would have such kind words about this city.”

  “It’s nicer than where I was. I’m from Bludhaven,” Giovanni said before Drury could ask. “It was all steel mills and fisheries. So much stinking fish...”

  “What prompted you to leave?”

  “I...just didn’t belong there. Bludhaven might have been where I grew up, where I lived, but I was never really... alive while I was in that place.”

  Though Drury was a poor judge of emotions, the young man he was sitting besides appeared sorrowful, yet angry. Drury sighed inwardly and decided to ignore it in order to keep the conversation moving. “And now you are in Gotham, residing in a water tower full of what I assume is your own garbage and leftovers.”

  “Yep,” said Giovanni. He turned to face Drury and winked. “But fuck, do I ever feel alive.”

  “...You are a peculiar young lad, Giovanni,” Drury said, feeling something akin to amusement.

  “They called me that a lot back in Bludhaven,” Giovanni said. “Just in more... impolite terms.” He got to his feet and yawned, then shot a grin at Drury. “Do you know what else they called me, Killer Moth?”

  Drury’s mouth formed something that could be considered a smile. “Pray tell, what else did they call you?”

  Giovanni snapped his white wings open, and Drury could now see that there was a line of ink-black on the very bottom of the secondary feathers, along with an obsidian patch at the tips of the primaries.

  “Seagull,” said Giovanni, and he dove off of the roof. He was out of Drury’s view for only a few seconds before shooting, with a great flap of his wings, into the night sky. Drury heard the boy let out a whoop of joy as he flew higher, then shot back down to the roof, a gust of wind heralding his landing.

  Drury nodded slowly, smile still pulling at his lips. “Gull,” he said. “A shorter alias for a new life, perhaps?”

  Giovanni laughed, and it was the cry of ocean birds. “If you’re asking me to team up with you and commit crimes, my answer is “hell yes.” I mean, this is Gotham, and I am one of those scary metahumans.”

  Drury stood and patted Giovanni’s bony shoulder. The young man obviously knew what he was getting into, and was not only willing, but enthusiastic . It was strange, but he felt almost proud of the boy. These younger folks are impressive. Evolution at its finest, I suppose, Drury thought. To Giovanni, he said,

  “Come now, I will show you to my laboratory. You are most welcome to take up accomodations there.” Drury paused. A Rogue he may be, but he wanted to make this clear. “However...if you follow me, there will be no going back to your civilian lifestyle.” With that, Drury stepped off the edge of the roof and into the warm air.

  Killer Moth caught an updraft and began gliding upwards; a moment later, he heard the sound of feathered wings flapping after him. My luck has finally changed, it should seem, he thought. Croc and my dear moths will be overjoyed.

  “I like the sound of it,” Giovanni said to the lights of Gotham City as they unfurled beneath him. “Gull.”

[ellana-ravenwood]

Don’t leave us... - Batsis x Batfamily (ANGST)

Would you look at that ? In the mood for a somewhat angsty story. Also, I promised more Batsis so...boom, here we are. Written in ten minutes (almost exactly) at 4 am so...UHUH. I hope you will still like it : 

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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You didn’t intend for any of that to happen. It just...somehow did. 

If you had waited for him, you know it would have been too late.  

Damian was there with you but...there was no way you would have let him do this. Oh no. Not your precious little brother. 

You couldn’t bear it. Nor could you bear for your dad to do it really...

You know...You know it’s selfish. 

You can’t help but think that, at least, you wouldn’t be the one to suffer. You wouldn’t be the one with a bleeding heart...Yes. It’s totally selfish. 

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

************

You were at your mom’s place for breakfast that morning, and, half asleep in your bowl of cereal, you didn’t notice your phone buzzing over and over again. Your mother, not totally awake either, also didn’t hear a thing. 

Your nose buried in your fifth cup of coffee, you don’t even have the energy to ask your mom if she sent a message to your dad stating that you were home safe, as you forgot to do so the night before...Oh well, it wasn’t much of a big deal, after all, you were a grown up now, it’ll be alright. 

It’s only when your father bursts into your mom’s apartment, followed by your brothers, that you finally fully wake up, and that you realize that maybe, not warning your dad that you got home safe wasn’t alright. 

It’s true that, usually, when you go to sleep at your mother’s, you send him a quick text to tell him you’re safe and sound but...did he really have to break your mom’s door down ? 

No. The answer was no. Oh God, ever since you were born, he just always had to be so damn protective ! Sometimes it was great, but most of the times, it was just extremely annoying. 

And right now, faced with your rather annoyed face, cup of coffee still to your lips, Bruce Wayne, your father, kinda miss those days when you were a child and would run to his arms whenever he came to pick you up at your mom’s...

-Really ? 

Is all you say, and the look on his and your brothers face says it all. Yeah ok, they know they totally overreacted but...Well, you were the baby of the family. Even though you were a few years older than Damian.

It seemed impossible for your brothers to understand you weren’t a kid anymore...

-Hum...you didn’t text and I thought that...Hum...

Your mother rolls her eyes, and just returns to her breakfast. Here we go again. She lost count of the time she had to replace her front door because Bruce thought you were in some kind of danger. Because you didn’t return his call, because you forgot your “traditional good night text”, because he just had a gut feeling you weren’t alright, because he heard someone saying they’d hurt/kill you...Any reasons really, to come and kick her damn door in. 

She was used to it. And she had to admit, though now that you were past the age of a teenager you thought it was incredibly annoying, Selina thought it was quite...endearing. It always made her smile and warm inside. And usually, him being so worried for you, for their little (not so little anymore) daughter...well it was a sure way for their “on/off” relationship to be on again. 

Which was gross to think about for you and so, ignoring their “looks” toward each other, you raise to your feet and, with a kiss on your mom’s forehead you take your bag (that contained your nightly activities costume of course...well, it was hard avoiding said activities when you were the daughter of Batman and Catwoman), and leave, rolling your eyes some more as you can see your brothers kinda making sure you’re alright by looking you up and down...Damn those boys. You still couldn’t help but kiss all of them (including your embarrassed dad) on the cheek though. 

And with a last “see ya later mommy”, you’re out...unaware that there would never be a “later” for you...

************

You and your mom were rather close. She was often absent, and her need of freedom would sometimes come between you and her but...it was a good relationship. Though you had to admit it was more of a “best friends” kinda thing, than a “mother/daughter” one. After all, she was quite young when she got you and...Well, let’s just say she wasn’t always up to be a mom. 

A friend though ? Sure. 

But this “on and off” thing you had with your mom meant that you were extremely close from your dad. The man wasn't always the best to express his feelings, but he had always been here..unlike Damian, he had you since you were a baby, as your mom dumped you at the Manor one night, only to return on your third birthday after a “change of mind” (meaning : she realized that even though she was young and didn’t really wanna be a mother...well you were here, and she loved you of a deep feeling she just couldn’t explain...she needed you in her life, your were her flesh and blood, she...She just loved you, and that was that, even if sometimes she needed her space). 

Yes. Your father had been there since day one. So has Alfred. Dick arrived in when you were barely 4, and then...Well let’s just say you enjoyed a lot having older brothers. 

When Damian arrived, it wasn’t easy at first but...Well, you were brother and sister no matter what you could say, and it ended up just clicking (if you had known that he would have been so clingy by the way, always making sure you were alright and awkwardly hugging you...you’re not sure you would have let things click haha). 

He trained you since a very young age and you were as skilled as any of your brothers but...oh he wouldn’t let you go out before you reached the age of 12. 

You were so mad when ten years old Damian was out and hopping and fucking killing people and shit ! Until you understood that...Well, Damian wasn’t as lucky as you. 

When Damian got hurt, people used to tell him to suck it up, his mother used to tell him to not be weak, his grandfather used to tell him to endure it because one day he’d be King of the World...When you got hurt, Alfred would kiss your booboo and with a hug, all your pain would go away. 

You understood that you had different childhood (not saying that yours was easy...you were the Batman’s daughter, nothing could be actually easy). 

But still, you were a bit frustrated that he wouldn’t let you go out and fight for the city you so loved...It’s only when he created the League, and Diana told him that it was unfair to forbid you to do anything that finally, you were able to go and protect people. 

He would always make sure to have your back though, even if it meant sacrificing his own health for you...which always made you furious. 

Oh the number of scars your dad had on his body because he threw himself in front of you (or of one of your brothers really). And oh the number of time your bros got hurt as they jumped to protect you...Of course, you also had countless scars and got hurt countless time protecting them but...It wasn’t the same thing. 

You had less occasions to do so because they would never let you...Like, that time Jason took a bullet you wanted to take for him by...yanking you behind him as you were jumping in front of him. 

They were impossible really ! 

Couldn’t they stop protecting you for a second, and let you save their damn lives ? 

************

Your wish came earlier than you thought. 

As you were coming back from your mother’s apartment, still slightly annoyed at your family for being so damn protective, a very special phone beeped in the car. 

The League’s red phone (oh the endless joke you and your brothers made about that...a “red phone” ? Were those people a hundred years old ? ...Well...some of them were...). 

Your father answered, and Superman’s super-worried face appeared on the screen. Oh, this wasn’t just a small alert, you could feel it. Because if even Uncle Clark was worried...

Apokolips. 

When this word was pronounced, you shivered.

Oh this place always creeped you out. You’ve been only once, when you and the rest of your family were trying to resurrect Damian, and it still haunted you at night. This place really had a fitted name.

It was a living nightmare. A planet where only violence, despair and darkness prospered. And to know that, right now, they were about to attack Earth and destroy every living things on it ? Oh you were freaked out alright. 

But of course, it was only a matter of time before Darkseid would put his eyes on Earth, were so many people who challenged him lived on. And in your head, you often repeated to yourself that you’d probably have to fight those creatures from Hell one day but...You were so not ready. 

A hand on your shoulder, squeezing lightly, brings you back to reality. Tim. And with that simple gesture, you know you’ll never be alone, and you’re ready. 

************

You knew. You knew as soon as you saw your father running from the opposite side of the battlefield that he wouldn’t be in time. 

Where was a Flash when you needed one ? ...Out. They were all out. Wonder Woman was getting them out of there, back to the watchtower. The fight was almost done but...

Yes. You knew. 

Darkseid had not intention on invading Earth. Too much of a hassle. No, the guy must have watched a bit too much Star Wars as his plan was to simply use a weapon of mass destruction on your beloved planet. 

It wasn’t exactly a death star, but still close. It was a giant laser like weapon, but instead of completely annihilating the planet, it spread a deadly gas on it and...killed every single living things on it. 

Darkseid wanted to turn Earth into a second Apokolips. Wanted to spread his territory. But in order to do that, he had to get rid of everything on it first. Everything alive, to be precised. 

And oh how cliché for a superhero...The only way to stop this machine, was to jump in it and destroy it from the inside. But of course, doing that...you’d get killed. No matter if your name was “Superman” or “Green Lantern”, you’d die all the same. And even more cliché ? The one that was about to sacrifice himself was your father. 

But he was too far, and you knew that. You, however ? You just had a few feet separating you from the weapon, and only a few enemies in your way. You were about to lunge forward when...A hand grabs your sleeve. 

-I won’t let you do it (Y/N) ! 

-You have to Damian, it’s the only way ! 

-I’ll go instead of you ! 

-Yeah, like I’m gonna let that happen. 

-And like I’m going to let...

-I’m the oldest one Damian, it’s my duty to protect you. And if I don’t do this, billions of people are going to die Dams ! I have to. You know dad won’t make it in time, and I won’t either if you don’t let go off me. It’s charging right now ! 

Yes. It was definitely charging to be ready to shoot. But Damian wasn’t letting go of your sleeve, clinging to it like it was a lifeboat. 

-I..I won’t let it...I can’t...I can’t loose you ! 

It breaks your heart, really, to know that you will hurt him more than ever. If the pain he’ll feel will be just a quarter of what you felt when he died...Oh you wished there was another way. A way where you could all come home happy and alive...But there wasn’t. 

And he knew. He knew, as tears ran down his face, that you would never let him  jump in the laser, even if you had to fight him. He knew that if you did have to fight him, you’d win, and that the fight you had would probably make you waste precious time to save the World and...

Yes. The logical thing to do was to let you go, but...He couldn’t.

He couldn’t let you go. He couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t lose his beloved sister, the one that was always there to cheer him up, the one that understood he was a broken little boy that needed mending, the one that first, along with Dick and Alfred, showed him what love was really like, the one that helped him understand their father...His sister. 

His precious sister. 

He hated that his grip on your sleeve was getting weaker. But he knew he had to let you go. Because if he didn’t, it was going to be the end of all things...Oh but it would be the end anyway.

He knew that as soon as you’d save the world, as soon as you’d die for people that would never even know what you did for them...his heart would stop beating at the same time than yours.

Damian knew that, when your life would end, so would any trace of happiness in his being. But he had to let you go and, knowing he would forever have to live with the guilt of letting go of you, he releases your sleeve and...falls to his knees as he looks at you run toward the weapon. 

No creatures even attack him and, in a way, your little brother wished they would. He wished he would die too today...but he also knew that loosing both you and him would kill his father. And he knew that he would have to be there for him, because your loss ? It would be the worst. 

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-(Y/N) W-What are you doing ?! 

You hear in your ear phone, the one connected to all your family. You thought you turned all the channels off, so that they wouldn’t try to convince you to stop, so that you wouldn’t be tempted to...But visibly, you forgot to turn off the most important one. 

Your father’s. 

-You know what I’m doing dad. 

-I forbid you to ! 

-You can’t, I’m an adult remember ? Besides, I have to. 

-No you don’t ! I’m almost there ! 

You can see your dad, right in front of you, trying to accelerate but...he’s already full speed. And so are you, with no intention of slowing down. 

You gotta do this. You gotta save the World. And you know your dad won’t make it in time...Every thing relies on you.

-(Y/N) please don’t do this ! 

His tone had changed. It changed from commanding to pleading. And once again, you could feel your heart broke bits by bits as you know this is inevitable, and for way too many times in his life, your father will once again have to live through the loss of someone he loved.

But you had to do this. 

-Please, please my little one don’t...

“My little one”. He called you like that since you were a baby. It was your favorite pet names, always made you feel safe for some reasons...But it didn’t stop your run. On the contrary, it only made each step stronger. 

You dodged many enemies, and didn’t falter once. 

-Please, don’t do this, please (Y/N) let the World burn, please, don’t leave me. You can’t leave me baby girl, you just can’t ! Please my little one, don't do it !

-You don’t mean it dad, you know I have to sav...

-I do mean it ! To hell with everyone else ! Don’t do this please ! Don’t do this ! Stay with me, with us, please ! Don’t go ! 

-I can’t let all those people die...

-Yes you can. Please don’t jump. Or wait for me, I’ll be in time, I’ll do it. 

-And then I’ll have to live without you...

Your in front of the pit where the weapon is. You can see what you have to destroy. But you stop for a few seconds, because you need to...You need to say goodbye. 

From where you are, you can see tears running down your father’s face, even through his breathing mask. You can see his steps getting weaker and weaker, but he doesn’t stop. 

-I have to dad. You know I do. Anyway, what will we do if there’s no world anymore ? We can’t live in the Watchtower just all of us together...

-Yes we can ! YES WE CAN ! TO hell with everyone, they’re ungrateful bastards anyway ! And I need you my little one, I need you (Y/N) ! Who’s going to keep me grounded ? Who’s going to make a snarky remark at me whenever I get too cocky or whatever ? Who’s going to hug my worries away ? Who am I going to tuck in ? What am I gonna do without your forehead kisses and your smile? Who am I going to go to to confess my feelings ? 

Your heart tighten. It’s time to jump. But he’s so close, oh your dad is so close...maybe you can wait for a last hug ? Or a last brush of his fingers on your cheek ? In the intercom of your mask, you can hear him continue, and you close your eyes as his voice, that you always thought soothing, resonates in your ears : 

-Who’s going to be my confident ? Who’s going to watch stupid movies with me ? Please (Y/N), please my baby girl, my little one, sweetheart, let me do this. Please just wait a little bit, I’m almost there, don’t do it please. Don’t leave us ! I love you (Y/N), I love you my little girl ! Please don’t...

It’s time to jump. You know it. No time for a last touch with your father, though he’s so, so close...He knows what you’re about to do, as he extends his arms in front of him, ready to grab you and put himself in your place. 

But he’d be too late. You just know it. 

His screams of despair and pain are the last things you hear, as you jump down and barely have the time to tear away the parts you need to destroy the machine. 

His screams. The screams of a father who just witnessed his beloved daughter die. His screams...The screams of a broken man. It’s the last thing you hear. And you almost regret doing it...but it’s too late. 

You wished you would have had time to feel his arms around you one last time. His protective arms. That were there for you all your life. That felt you grow and always loved you. But...There wasn’t any time for that. 

He wouldn’t have had time to save everyone. You tear away the parts, just as the machine was about to shoot, right on time and...Black. 

Everything is black. And you don’t hear your father’s screams anymore...

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She didn’t utter a sound. 

She didn’t say a word. 

When your father arrived at her apartment, visibly shook to the core, bags under his eyes, puffy eyes as if he had cried for days...She knows. 

She knows what happened, and she doesn’t say anything. 

They stay like that for a long time, in front of each others. And they both know that from now on, their famous “on/off” relationship is definitely “off”. 

Finally, she moves. She calmly walks to him, and slaps him with all her might, to then say those simple words : 

-Get out. 

He knows. He knows what she’s thinking. 

It’s his fault. He’s the one that brought you there. He’s the one that trained you. He’s the one that allowed you to become a Robin, and then your own version of it. He’s the reason you died. It’s his fault. 

And so he leaves, without a look behind him. He leaves, to never ever come back to this place again. He ignores your favorite book half-read on the living room’s coffee table. He ignores your favorite plushy that you’ve had since you were born, and could never get rid off, laying there, forever alone, on the couch. He ignores your finished cup, your favorite mug, down in the sink. He ignores drawing you’ve made all over your years, and pictures of you and your mom on the walls...He ignores everything and “gets out”. Never looking back. 

And oh it was good that he didn’t look back, because the sight of the woman he loved (and would always love despite everything that has happened), down in a ball on the floor, crying silently the lost of their daughter...it would have been too much. 

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It’s weird. A parent shouldn’t have to bury their own child. And yet...that’s exactly what’s happening right now. 

The entire league is here. Your brothers are here. Alfred too. And your dad. 

There is no speech. No one felt like they could do you justice with just words. There is no speech but a giant firework. 

You loved fireworks. 

Your father do not speak to anyone, and as soon as everything is over, he leaves. He cannot...He cannot do this. Too many losses. Too much pain...He clutches the picture of you he had on his nightstand, that he put right next to a picture of his parents, and other pictures of your brothers and..he doesn’t let go. He doesn’t let go for hours. And he would never let go of your memory. He keeps thinking that he’s going to wake up from a bad dream, that he’ll feel your little six years old hand on his face, squeezing it as you used to to wake him up, and that all that was just a nightmare. He keeps thinking that he’s going to wake up, and discover that he had a weird super long dream about a life that never actually happened. That little you is going to burst in his room to wake him up. That he was never going to train you, you were never going to be a night vigilante, you weren’t going to be on Apokolips that day and...Reality hits him right in the face. Without you, the World would have died. But...Why doesn’t that thought makes him feel better ? You saved billions of daughters and yet...he cannot for the life of him feel better about all of that. 

Because you’re gone. His little one is gone. Forever...

Alfred was devastated. Never ever again would he see you run down the Manor, be clumsy and fall, and ask for him to shoo your pain away with a kiss. Never again would you...nev...never...He can’t even finish his thoughts. Even in his own head he sobs uncontrollably. His little (Y/N) was gone. Forever. 

Your brothers are no better. If not worst. Especially Damian, because he let go of your sleeves. Dick, Jason and Tim try to console him but...he can feel in their voice their resentment, even though they’re trying to hide it.

They agree with him. It’s kinda his fault. Because he let go of their precious little sister. If it had been one of them instead...They would have hold on. 

But it wasn't fair to react like that, because he had lost a sister too, and he was so damn close from you...They all were. But Damian and you ? There was something special. And one day, one day they’d be able to tell him “It’s ok, it’s not your fault” and really mean it. But right now ? Right now they couldn’t. 

Because you were gone. Forever. 

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Hum...Yeah. Meh. Not enough feelings, I feel. Everything is going too fast Not sad enough, for the death of Batsis...Uh.. Also it’s 4 am. Good night, and sorry (cause obvs, I’m still posting this anyway).